George.

He looked a bit like a bear.
A teddy bear of course: tall, strong, gentle. His sweet eyes and friendly voice.
He was working hard, maybe too hard.
It started after the holidays last year: always tired, a problem with his blood, he said.
He should loose weight, so that he could go jogging on the beach. Just like me, or even with me, to get fit again.
Diet, too much diet, not enough food: only fruit and vegetables.
He was getting better, but not enough. So he should undergo an operation on his hart.
In India: there they can do it better. We all contributed to this expensive venture.
He left on April 2nd, for what he called a challenge.
“George is ok”, a colleague said, “I spoke with him over the phone yesterday. Everthing has gone well”.
We were all relieved and happy.
And than suddenly the sad news: “George has left us!”

He had gone for a walk, as the doctor had advised him. But his heart broke down. It was over.
George has gone, the dear, tall George, with his melancholic eyes.
RIP George.