This afternoon we learned that a friend of ours, Tom, had died suddenly last night. Apparently, he had a massive heart attack and died quickly. Heart disease was in the family and the same thing had happened to his dad. I think that perhaps Tom always felt that he would meet a similar fate so he never really took care of himself. He probably smoked too much and he definitely drank too much. He was a really good guy at his core but his demons got in the way of a lot of his relationships over the past couple of years.
Our Sammy was one being who never got upset with Tom. Sam is a tough cookie, he doesn't like very many people and those he does like, he needs a lot of time to warm up to. Very rarely, he'll meet someone and instantly connect with them, I've only seen it happen with a handful of people. Tom was one of those rare people. Sam loved Tom, he'd follow him around the house or sit on his feet when Tom would visit. I think that says a lot about the true character of Tom, when a difficult dog like Sam loves you.
I'm still feeling numb and shocked by the thought that I'll never see Tom again. I know it's worse for Mark because he would bump into Tom through their work a few times a week. We'll both miss Tom, a lot. Like Paul Weller's friend, Tom was a man of great promise.