I dont get cut up about him - and I know I should. I almost did.

I loved that old bugger.

He was a bristled boar.

All whiskers and red veined skin.

He was self concious about his bald spot and bad teeth but he was perfect in my eyes.

I saw him a month before he died and didn't even get to go to the funeral.

I could have, but I didn't know how to.

Does that even make sense?

He was a really great chap, and his kids love him.