My dear friend Hamish is gone.
He was my connection with my Scottish terrier ancestry, as West Highland terriers and Cairn terriers are closely related. He was wise and noble and philosophical, but always with that wry sense of humor.
For a wee dog in the Highlands, we shared many adventures through the wonders of blogdom - he was the trusted sage in "Beagadoon," he danced the Highland fling at the Rainbowwow Room in New York, he traveled through Scotland with me, beating us soundly at golf at St. Andrews and introducing us to the nectar of Highland Park. He was knighted by Bailey, in her royalty phase, served as the Father of the Groom at my wedding, took home some terrier glory at MangoMinster and most recently, received a namesake in the form of one of the adorable Rocky Creek Scottie puppies.
In our real lives, we shared the care and tending of our single moms, had matching coats from Lands End, and enjoyed days spent exploring the great outdoors.
Hamish always admired my bike basket, so before you head to the Bridge, let's go for a quick ride together, shall we?
Hamish, words can't describe how we'll miss you. We're reaching out to Gail across the seas and hope your marvelous voice won't long be silenced.
Till we meet again, dear friend.