We lost our Harry on Wednesday. Nearly 18, and we'd had him since he was a tiny 6-week-old spud. I desperately wish I could say it was an easy death, but at least he's not suffering any more. RIP, Butthead. We'll never forget you.
I'm terrible at taking pics, and Harry had a habit of running away when a camera was pointed at him, so here he is when he was wee. And a quickie when he was relaxed. Crap. I need to cry again.
Six weeks! Hello, little Harry!
Blep! About 16. Our Butthead.