My sweet Pat died today. He was the best rooster ever, even though he would occasionally bite.
He hadn’t been looking good. He was panting a lot, like he couldn’t get enough air. And his comb was pale.
But at least I can say I gave him every chance to recover. His life was good, even if it was too short.
We sat together sometimes, and I would sing to him. He liked Train. He didn’t care for Taylor Swift.
REO Speedwagon’s “I Can’t Fight this Feeling” was our song.
I’m going to miss that rooster.