Goodbye Old Mate

One of the hardest things about leaving Wellington, March 2007, was saying goodbye to our old mate Mr. Wilson.

We'd been together just shy of eight years. He was a true joy. Throughout our travels in Africa we often wondered how he was.














He'd gone to Deb's brother's home. Which meant regular visits from his old cobbers Ing and Pete. And regular email updates for us.


As the photos show, he was a real 'action man'. But when I visited Wellington a year later I saw him and he'd aged (he was then coming up to 18 years.) He'd lost some of his spark. That 'Mr. Wilson'-ism.
























Not long back in Antequera and the news came through. His time was up.

So long old buddy. You were a beaut. A real mate. Some might say "he was just a cat.". They didn't know.

He was the Mr. Wilson.

Mad
aka Max