For greatly expanding on my (terse) post and thoughts. You nailed what I was trying to convey.
I've lived with him for fifteen years. From day one he rammed and bullied his way through anything that stood in front of him. He shouted, he pestered, he used every phoney wile in the book to get his own way.
Nothing stands between him and getting what he wants; not me, nor his sister Rosie. Not walls, cushions, mattresses....
He is the most self-opinionated being I've ever met. He shouts me down when I disagree with him. He shouts at me to get up and feed him. He shouts at me to haul him up for a big love, because he's a bit old to jump up like he used to....
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Don't know how much longer he'll be around. He's been challenging, in the best possible sense. Love ya Nelson.