Hemi went MIA two days ago -- found out late last night he passed away in next door neighbor's back yard -- he was my best pal and I'd already begun missing him -- he sat on the porch with me every night as I played the strings -- he paid attention to the music and sometimes rubbed his ears against the fretboard after I'd finish -- when I worked evenings at the hotel, after work, he'd be waiting for me at the edge of the yard without fail. He was the sentinel of the corner of William and Catherine and was the toughest son of a bitch on the island, but he was also my dear and loving friend.
