Cancel your plans because Tom Hardy's last ever bedtime story is on this month

And yes, it's his last ever with Woody - we're not crying. You're crying

CBeebies Grown-Ups' Twitter account have just announced that Tom Hardy and Woody will be joining them for their final Bedtime Story on Saturday 26th August 2017 at 6:50pm - and the internet/world/our office is freaking out.

In fact, it's being helmed a good enough reason to have a TV license (lol) and the tweets have mostly been about how excited everyone is - but also about how bittersweet it'll be seeing as it'll feature Tom Hardy's dog, Woody, who passed away this June.

Tom Hardy's tribute to his dog was equally beautiful and heartbreaking - and we can't quite deal with reading it again right now but as well as his blog post, Tom also put together a photo montage on YouTube of his beloved pup.

(I know. We can't quite deal either.)

https://youtu.be/-buMRduwOU4

'I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually. We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn’t see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast. I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought,' Tom remembers in his post.

He continues with his amazing origin story of how he found Woody as an 11-week-old stray puppy six years ago, and our hearts can't take it: 'I couldn’t make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn’t help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax.'

So as one last hurrah to Woody the dog, make sure you tune in.

All the feelings.