‘Twas his time to leave this place,
to pass into the silence, full of grace.
He struggled and fought,
but this day no more life could be bought.
The grim reaper had come calling,
and his timing was nothing short of appalling.
His brethren made no fuss,
to them this is life and so must pass as thus.
At the bridge he now waits,
with family and friends before the pearly gates.
Our Jeremy left us today to make his way to the Rainbow Bridge. He was the oldest and will be sorely missed. Jeremy is survived by his brother Gordon as well as Teetu and Bruiser from the older home. The rest of the boys paid their respects as is our custom. There have been so many … so quickly recently that I can say no more.
The prose above is for Jeremy, as written … in the here and now.