Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling in money,
The screamingly funny,
And those who are very well hung.
So I’ve lost another friend. Damned careless on my part but they will keep dying don’t you know. This one sort of hurts more than most as I knew this guy for upwards of 30 years. It doesn’t matter what his name is, you won’t have heard of him. He was just your average person with a gentle manner and a heart as big as the outdoors.
I often thought that his job didn’t suit him very well; he would have been at his happiest sitting in a smoky room, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of wine by his side, writing poetry of uneven quality.
I had to pick out a card today to send to his partner. You ever notice how sappy those cards get (Know that our thoughts are with you in this time of sorrow.)? I picked out a card with a drawing by Rudyard Kipling of a cat, walking away from the observer down a lane lined on both sides by trees.
It seemed appropriate because my friend was a cat of a singular colour.