Rory was a sweet, cuddly little boy who was happiest when he was cuddled right up around my head giving and getting kisses.
Rory was my saucy little boy - no attention span, head (and eyes) in the clouds and ran full speed ahead without a thought or a care in the world.
He died as he lived - happily barking and running after those darn birds that dared enter “his” airspace. My poor sweet baby.
You are so loved and missed.