Last weekend, John McGuire lost his only child; Dorothy.
Dorothy was new to the world, but was loved enough to fill 20 lifetimes. She loved napping to the sound of water after she played with tinfoil wrapped ping pong balls in a shoe box while the History channel quietly spoke of World War II.
She was a lover of the outdoors, Morrissey and the enzyimatic bliss of strawberry yogurt.
Even though she didn’t win the Crailtap cute cat contest, we all knew in our hearts that she stood above the rest.
I hereby proclaim February 3rd to be Dorothy McGuire Day. Let her name live on forever.