Nothing but sadness. T died 1st Nov 2010.

2 days before I had been to Paris and seen this exbibit ... and finally learned how to spell his name! So it can be his memorial:

He just came by - maybe in preparation for the boys visit. He hasn't been by for 10 days and then he only stayed 10 mins. He stayed a bit longer this morning, but not much: he's busy, he has things to do.

So, he came by the morning before Harvey and Herbie arrived. And then came by the afternoon after they left! Anyone would think he was avoiding them! He came back again on Tuesday and went for a short walk in the rain.

Here he is sitting on the kitchen floor where he sneaked in after the walk for 10 mins

HE'S IN THE HOUSE ASLEEP!!!!!!!!!

I just couldn't throw him out tonight. Oh dear

He's sleeping soundly, snuffling in his sleep

Change of computer in May and just sorted out how to do the dogblog on it... T has been round a lot between May and now. His feet are slowly creeping under the table. Here he is in the back garden yesterday:

Lady H and I are having a holiday at home. T came and joined us in the garden in the afternoon. He seemed pretty happy. Later we had a barbecue - a stray sausage might have gone his way. He stopped until midnight, then caught the smell of a trail and drifted away.

I got back a few days ago after a long time away - T showed up pretty soon after. We had a good walk second day back. He sat in a lot of puddles on his way round the lanes. And was pretty dirty. After our walk I turned my back to pull my boots off and look who I found hiding in the house... doesn't look much like a plate!

The following night he came by when the neighbours were over for drinks. He was FILTHY (there was a lot of shrieking)! I sloshed some warm water over him later (which he didn't like much), then gave him a good rub down (which he did).

A couple of nights later (roast chicken dinner smells wafting out of the house), who should turn up late at night in the pouring rain? He walked right into the house (a very rare occurence) when I opened the door And he didn't leave - all night. He slept on a rag and howled gently at 7.15am next day to carry on his way. We didn't see him then for several days!

And last night he was back. We went for a late evening walk. Glorious as the sun came down over the fields. He went bounding off on his way afterwards.

It's a hot day and Tailloo is sheltering under the car hoping that lady H will take him for a walk. Failing that, a little something to eat would be the next best thing.

Alas, he got neither.