He heard about what had happened and called in to see him.
He found his friend in very low spirits. He could see how much grief there was and wondered whether he should have given it a bit more time before calling in. Seeing the state he was in he said he’d leave, giving the other time to come to terms with the fact that she was gone. He was told, no, it was OK, the company would do him good. He was asked when it happened and told that she went last night. He started to sob saying that they had actually been very happy with each other until recently. He talked about the special times they’d spent together. For several years there had never been any real problems, he said, then it all changed a few weeks back. He buried his head in his hands and began to cry again.
His friend felt that he did need to buck himself up a bit.
“Look,” he said, “I’m really sorry that she’s gone mate, I really am, but you have to move on.”
His friend looked up. “That’s easy for you to say!”
“It is! I’m telling you,” he persisted, “you should go straight down to the pet shop in the morning and get yourself another guinea pig!”
