A friend of mine died recently from massive blood hemorrhaging and nobody knew his blood type. Such a good fellow! I’ll never forget his inspirational last words: “Be positive”.
When we had a cat and a waterbed, we might be gone for a few days and we had my wife’s son come and check on him, Matt would come in and call the cat who he could hear jump off the (warm) bed and go to the head of the stairs with a look of “you woke me up for what?” Then, he’d go jump back on the bed and go back to sleep! I miss that old fart!