It is a bitter pill to swallow when you consider that my beloved Grandling with everything to live for is dead, whereas I, his Nana who has nothing to live for save my beloved cat, is still alive. Carl was a failed conversion to feline love, but he always understood cat-wise, and we bantered with a light and loving heart - "If you say so Nana". My Grandling always understood my booze demons, and I hope that the best of the best which I was able to give to him in support of his were good enough. He had the gift to me of quietly listening and never forcing advice, which I always returned. We kept each others booze related confidences and never broke a single word of trust - which is a gift more precious than all the gold in the world. Oh my dearest Grandling. I will miss you so much. Love from your broken hearted Nana.