Neighbours

Bob, my next door neighbour, lives on his own now. When I met him down the shops this morning
he looked unusually glum. It was then he told me about his mate Alfie. I'd known Alfie about 15 years.
He was a very pleasant type, very friendly to all who met him although he did suffer from arthritus which
caused him to walk with a slight limp. He and Bob seemed inseparable. I often used to meet them when
they were out walking together, and they could be seen sitting in the back garden in the evenings
when the weather was fine.
Alfie passed away last Wednesday; Alfie was Bob's dog.