We used to visit my dad's mother about 4 times a year and sometimes we took our cat Tiggy. My father had never had pets so was rather bemused by us having one in the family. Poor Tiggy was shut in the wood storage room. One day we went to the wood shed and couldn't find her anywhere. Eventually, we tracked her down. My father had smuggled her upstairs and she was purring on his chest fit to burst. This was my dad all over - incredibly kind and loving even to the furry members of the family.

I miss you so much, Daddy but you live on in us all.