...being a dog doesn't exactly provide you with a divers skillset, and if he has no hobbies to go home to... maybe his wife is really ugly, who knows. but the need/want to fill your days with (social?) interaction, meaning, is well ingrained in most (old) people. (not like these ruddy layabouts now days, sitting on their interwebs and twitting all bloody day, need a damned haircut and a real job, i say!)
Many people define themselves by their employ, he's probably pretty happy being known at the pub as "the old copper"
and when he gives that up, sure he gets the awesome retirement package, maybe a plaque at the station, a hat, but that leaves him with no
identity.
time and again, i've seen old folk give up work, and die (within a statistically relevant time) whereas there's plenty of old buggers still doing the slog.
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