Grandfather is dead. Pet cat that we had for 13 years, dead.

Hey ho! To the bottle I go,
To heal my heart and drown my woe,
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
But there still be,
Many miles to go.

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
And the stream that falls,
From hill to plain,
Better than rain or rippling brook,
Is a mug of beer inside this crook.

I'm gonna go read some happy Pinkie fics now.

Why Pinkie fics? Why not Pinkie fics?