Mac was a Westie, and he was my best friend, he was always there when I was low. He comforted me when I needed someone to comfort me, he cheered me up when I was down. He kept me company when I was on my own. He protected me from "the monster in the closet" when I was young. He used to come over and scrape your leg when you were eating something. He'd poke your tray with his nose letting you know he was there when he wanted your dinner. He was terrified of fireworks on Halloween, so he would hide behind the sofa. He used to wake my dad up every night because he knew my dad would get up and make a midnight snack and share it with him. Farewell old chum, you will be missed but never forgotten.