This week, I mourn the loss of the fur being who supported me through my first sixteen years of adult life.
The end came sooner than expected, and I am unspeakably sad.
But Pepi now dreams of a world without pain, of eternal golden orbs and endless grassy meadows…
He is at peace.
Dear Pepi RIP
1 June 1996 – 26 September 2012
Instead, please visit the boy with a hat.
While you’re there, download his free eBook, 50 Tales.
They are beautiful, whimsical, sometimes naughty, often funny little vignettes of life, and are sure to make you glad to be alive.