July 3, 2007
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Poor Harry
Harry thought he was a cat: well, apart from the time he bit David Dickenson who picked him up at an antiques fair while under the false impression that he was stuffed. He wasn’t. Harry was a great one for licking you, and did sterling work on me after various festivals when I went to visit his master and take advantage of his master’s bathroom. Or the time that Liz and I went to see Insignificance and the local playhouse, overnighted with his master, and Harry decided that I couldn’t possibly go and clean my teeth without having my feet washed first. He tickled. I sat down on the stairs and laughed. His master looked most confused.
Poor Harry had cancer. RIP.
xxx
Comments (5)
He seems to have such high seriousness in that picture.
My condolences.
Poor Harry. Sympathies.
poor poor harry. i hope is master is ok.
Poor Harry. And poor master. Who is going to guard the books now ?
L xx
awww, poor sweet Harry. many hugs and kisses to the master.