You know you don’t have to be dead to have a eulogy.
Tim was born sometime in the eighties.
He remembers little from this time.
One of his earliest childhood memories was climbing up his Nan’s side fence in Sydney and then jumping down onto Shelly. Shelly was a German Shepherd. She tolerated little Tim poking his baby fingers into her ears but she didn’t like it when Tim jumped on her from above on the fence. Needless to say, Shelly bit little Tim on the face.