He was a present from my parents shortly after I first moved to the US from England. He was bought because my mother was worried that the stress of the move was a little too much for me and she thought he might calm me down. I have had him ever since. My parents paid the fees to have him imported to the UK when my family moved back there and more recently I paid again to bring him over to Norway when I began working for Opera.
Being close to 28 years old he was obviously getting a little worse for wear and early last week my wife brought him to the vet since he lost his voice. By Friday he had only gotten worse and was struggling even to breath, so with a heavy heart we agreed to have him put down.
Anyway, goodbye to one of my oldest friends.