Sir Pigglesworth came to us as Mr. Pigglesworth from the SW Humane Society at a tender age of six. He was knighted in his third year with all the titles and property as shall be properly bestowed by use of a butter knife. While his housemates filled the roll of Regal Princess and Prince of Tomfoolery, Sir Pigglesworth, of the Kensington Pigglesworths, was ever the protector. His distinctive voice could be heard by all as he protested loudly and frequently to his ancestors during his trips to the medical facilities and home. Upon entering any building, all knew it was He. Taken from us too soon after eight years to make his journey across the Rainbow Bridge, we will desperately miss his presence: sparring matches as he taught the young prince how to wrestle, chasing after treats with the fastest paws in existence, his beautiful song and his daily brushings. May he live longer on his next journey.