RIP Monty

Sad news: lovable, fluffball, rascal Monty has died very suddenly this morning, apparently from an epileptic fit.

My abiding memory of him will be his love of being brushed, despite the tugs, nudging me to carry on, drooling in ecstasy.

P has buried him by the front door and planted a little willow tree above him. I'm due to house-sit there next week. It won't be the same without The Montster...

Off out this evening to hear the Strathendrick Singers perform 'The Armed Man' by Karl Jenkins in their spring concert.