Loss It is unbuttered toast, vegetarian roast, it's chips with no fish, your least favourite dish. Soccer, no goals, golf without holes, waterless swimming, playing, not winning. Life on your own, children, all grown, just family, no friends, nights which don't end. It is walks, full of tears, it's facing your fears, it is knitting with fog, this is losing your dog. Dauphy: Well said, my friend! Hobbo: Thanks, Dauphy.