Friday, 20 May 2011

Fly on, Kypto

Molly died today. We grew up in Smallville, Cumbria together for 18 years.

She was my tour guide on jungle expeditions, my alien companion in shuttle runs to Jupiter, my wrestling opponent on hunting voyages to dinosaur island, my trusty steed during highway robberies. We had our bad days. She got fleas, I got head lice. She got abandoned at the kennels on holidays abroad, I had to rid her of ticks. She got clipped, I got dumped.

I was not there at the end, because I went off to college for solo adventures. Now she's on one of her own.

Like all the best bandit teams, I'm not sure either of us realized how important those capers were.

RIP Molly, my Krypto.

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