To Sir With Love

Last summer, I spent a week at ‘La Maison du Patchwork’ in Chateauponsac, France. My mother and I had a wonderful time, good people, good food, good conversation. A special member of our group was our hosts’ English bulldog, Sir. Sir was wonderfully friendly and enthusiastic. He would leap with gusto at every opportunity to join us; and he’d shiver with delight when he succeeded at becoming the center of our loving attention. It was always such a pleasure to see him smile.

But Sir was fragile. He suffered from epilepsy. Though we did our best not to, there were occasions when our attentions caused enough stress to trigger a seizure. It was difficult for all of us to witness that struggle.

Today I received sad news that Sir has died. We send our sympathies to Graham and Isabel Sunderland. Sir will always have a special place in our hearts.