The hardest goodbye

On the 19th of November I hugged Mr T for the last time. His health has been failing and he was beginning to struggle. I had him pts on the 20th.

I don't really want to write about it here, I like this blog to be generally upbeat and I have yet to find the funny side. But it felt weird not to mark his loss.

So there it is RIP Mr T.

For painfully embarrisingly sincere account please see haflingers tail Blog.