The last day that I saw Tony he was very unwell and his GP came to see him. The GP said she wanted to keep him out of hospital if possible and so she was arranging to have him assessed for his now changed care needs. He was going down and out for sure. I mean OK you just defer to these people. She said that last year he had been ‘her’ first case of Covid. I mean last year he was all fucked up, and some District Nurse come over and offered him a once per 10 years Vaccination for Pneumonia. He rolled up his sleeve and then shortly after that he was in hospital for 3 months with his chest. The dude had Sepsis. This was before the Covid Hoax. When he come out of hospital - I was not looking forward to it because I didn’t think that he would last long. They said that while he was there he got Covid and recovered from that as well. I mean they got the Covid Hoax all boosted up while he was in there. They think that we are that stupid. Most of us are. They raped him into the Hoax. Tony didn’t know. When he come out I asked him; ‘’What was you in hospital for Tony.’’ ‘’My leg.’’ He answered. Stupid fucking prick. ‘’Have you heard of Corona Virus Tony?’’ ‘’No.’’ ‘’Have you had Corona Virus Tony?’’ ‘’No.’’ That was funny and refreshing. Good old Tony. Anyway after the GP left - I could see that Tony was too weak to put a cup of tea - to his lips. I sent a report to the office and I said that his evening carer was going to need to call Tony an ambulance if he was still not able to eat or drink unassisted. Later on, at the end of my day, I was passing his gaff on my way home so I called in to see him to check for myself how he was doing. He was on the floor. Face down. It is not that unusual to find these oldies on the floor. The oldies love the floor. They keep going there. Real regular. He was conscious and I don’t remember what we said but I went into the kitchen and I dialled 999. The funny thing was that the operator told me that an ambulance had already been called and that it was already on its way. The odd thing about that was that I had found him alone. I don’t know who had called the ambulance. There was no mistake though. We went through all of his details. They were all there on the system already. I went back to see Tony. He asked me for help. I told him the truth; that I was not allowed to try to move him and that there was nothing I could do to help him. I told him that help was on its way. If he had gone into cardiac arrest - I could have tried CPR on him but on all the documents they give him when he come out of hospital - it had big red capital letters on it ‘’DO NOT RESUSCITATE.’’ Fair enough for an 87 year old smoker with chronic lung disease. I told him last year that if he carried on smoking - that he would die soon. ‘’Why do you keep saying that?’’ Fucking moron. So what I did then was leave. I left him there on the floor. There was nothing for me to do to help him. He had chosen his path to the door. Everything was disposed the way that he had, in his superior technique of Mystery arranged it. I mean I begged him to cover his chest and to stay warm as summer waned and I gave him more than one of my own garments suitable to protect him. I bought him a scarf as well. He never accepted to use any of it. OK Tony. I get it. It's your party and you are crying because you want to. As I was leaving; he addressed me for the final time in his life: ‘’I am dying here.’’ Great job Tony. Welcome to square 1. I had no reply. The next thing I heard was that he had ‘’Had a stroke’’ while in hospital. In other words they gave him the Genocide Jab and he didn’t like it. What can you do? Then I heard that he had been put in a care home and that he had snuffed it a couple of days after he got there. This was all about 8 weeks after I had last seen him. I told him on the last day that I saw him how much he meant to me but he didn’t want to hear it - I mean he knew why I was troubling to say it. Stupid Fucking Bastard.