I remembered him clearly. A clear picture in my head. His glassy eyes, his blue spots, his little hooves. I missed him. I remember how he snored soooo loud, and how he would party all night and wake me up when he came home at four 'o' clock in the morning. Then he would crash on his bed and start snoring away. It was so annoying! Well...maybe I don't miss him THAT much. But it was fun while it lasted. While I took off my glasses and stroked my long, white beard, I thought about how it would be like ti still be living with Maurice. Just think, wouldn't it be funny if we were in the same retirement home and he was living just down the hall? I really don't know...How long do cows live for?