It's hot so we're out early . The old farmer is up a ladder taking down his Christmas star . Today he's wearing a rather natty blue , black and white check cap , a denim jacket , black 'Y' fronts , duck egg blue socks and open toed sandals. Kelly, the hover dog and Amelie the village cat are sitting in the middle of the lane watching him . Wilf wanders past oblivious to Kelly , Amelie , the old farmer and the disassembling star .
Seven months to the day since the specialist in Toulouse informed us that Wilf only had three days to live . A year to the day since Digby passed on. After breakfast Wilf follows me out to the Cedar of Lebanon that marks his brothers resting place . I raise my coffee cup in memory . Wilf lifts his leg. Brothers ! Laughter and fondness . Not a bad way to be remembered - whether you have two legs or four. Wilf has a practical PON attitude to the loss of his brother : " Life is eternal . You are immortal . You never do die . You simply change form " .