HI there, just love reading these stories, anyway here's mine. I worked as a district nurse [ similar to your home nurse I guess] here in england and 1 of my patients was Colin a 42yr old terminally ill man..He was a lovely, gentle man who never had a cross word to say and faced his impending death with great courage and dignity .During my time looking after him I found out his passion was that he loved anything to do with tigers,[ toys, photos,tshirts etc,] anyway as we got him pain controlled on a syringe pump he was getting very frail and unable to drive, his wife couldn't drive either .There was a warehouse opening that advertised all sorts of stuff inc huge stuffed toys of different animals. I had been to take a look and saw lots of tigers, some were very realistic. Colin had always wanted to visit and see real ones, but has his health deteriorated realised this wasn't going to happen. I visited him every day and we became friends as well as patient / nurse. On this particular day I said that I was coming back after work to take him and his family out for a ride [ he didn't know where, but his family did ]. After settling him in the car etc, we drove to this warehouse, I had arranged for a wheelchair to take him around especially to the display of large stuffed toys. Well, the look on his face was priceless when he saw all these big cats arranged like they were in the forest . The manager of the store came over [ I had previously asked if it was OK to bring Colin in a wheelchair ] and presented him with the cutest looking 'tiger cub' . We drove back with Colin cuddling his tiger. From that day on he always had his cuddly toy with him, and when he died a couple of weeks later, the family put his tiger into the coffin with him. Nowadays every time I see a toy tiger I think of Colin and remember the happy times we shared and how priveleged I feel to have known him and be a small part of his life .