In Memoriam of Boris
Boris, a.k.a Pearlsy boy, (don’t ask) was the finest companion anyone could aspire to. I reveled in his company for 17 of his twenty years, having adopted him from the DC shelter at age three. Truly, I have never known any living creature — human or otherwise — who manifested his constellation of good qualities: brilliance, sweet cooperative disposition, great looks (they called him handsome at the shelter), gentleness of spirit, and most significantly — an infinite capacity to comfort one in sorrow.
He was down to skin and bone at the end, hanging in for our sake only, when the night before his last — in one mighty Herculean feat — he dragged himself on to our bed — inserting himself between us — delivering his final set of skull taps to my husband to demand one more round of magical ear rubs.
We shall mourn his loss for the rest of our days.