‘Come now lad, it’s time to go, no need for fear. Take my hand, let’s walk together through this sea of red and onward, don’t look back now, onward lad, onward’

‘She will, son. She will see you in the rising and the setting of the sun. She will see you in the rain and through the tears of those who love and have loved you.

Hear that bugle son? That’s for you, every year you will be missed but loved forever.’

‘But I’m afraid sir.’

Fortunately, he passed away quickly and painlessly from heart cancer.I've always had dogs, but this loss hurt me a lot... at least because of how he's gone.

Masters own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth,
Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth.

I don't think that's the case. Grappa is more infamous than whisky.😂😂🤣