Pocket rocket...

.for Knots in the String...

Our little pocket rocket ran out of fuel.

Today, Sunday, he was diagnosed with a fatal stroke and… well, he’s gone now and my heart is so sore.

I find that I have no desire to write a column for Substack this week. I just want to remember the best 13 years ever. That little terrier taught me more about the possibilities inherent in daily life than I can believe.

I will be off-comms for a week or so and also switching comments off for this post. Please forgive me.