It's been a year to the day, and I still miss you like crazy.
You were my very first harris hawk, and to this day, the one I cherish most.
I'll never forget how much of a pain in the ass you were sometimes. Refusing to come to my glove because you were too busy mousing, and you getting really pissed off when you missed the game - so you'd take stand in a tree for like 10 mins and hold everyone up.
You always managed to get food on top of your head, too. I had to cast you up so many times to get you clean...but you never cared.
I miss flying you after work. I miss watching you pester the innocent ducks and moorhens down at the lake.
I miss your happy little croaks in the morning as I picked you up to weigh you. You were my pride and joy in life, just as you are in death.

Oh, the stories I still tell people of you. And always will.

I wish it didn't end the way it did. I'm so sorry there wasn't anything I could do for you. Thanks for everything, little one.

I love you <3

My little 'bandy-legs', Taco, who sadly passed away last year.

He was donated by a gent who couldn't take care of him anymore...or didn't want him. I'm not really sure, to this day.

Maybe one day it'll stop hurting enough to give him a fitting tribute, and not just some 30min speedpaint.

Before I buried him, the boss took off the ID ring from his leg. I carry it with me everywhere I go...so I guess he's never really left me.

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