Im sorry that your pet president, Ronnie, has died. Please accept my condolences. Like many pets, Im sure that you will remember him well, magnify his endearing qualities and minimize his faults, but I will not.
I guess he was well trained, but I wish you hadn’t trained him to be quite so mean, in a deceitful kind of way. He bit and scratched, even when he had a smile on his muzzle. He liked wrecking things and he attracted a whole host of nasty parasites. And boy did he leave a mess behind him. Messy, messy, messy. Not that you minded, however. I bet you won’t pick up after your current pet, either.
Oh, and he carried a horrible disease, a brain disorder, that has infected much of the country. There is hope, however. I believe that there are signs that a lot of folks may shake it off this November. We shall see.