Mallow passed peacefully over the bridge this afternoon. He was 9 years old. He taught me how rebellious and adventurous a bun could be. His friend Storm was content at home and on the floor but Mallow was always one for exploring. If he wasn't climbing on the furniture, running round the window sill in the conservatory or running riot upstairs, he would be escaping from the garden and going to visit the neighbours. Life will not be the same without you and both Storm and me will miss you loads. Some of my favourite photos of the bun who should have be called General Pandemonium.
Miss you sweetie. Go and cause chaos over the bridge.
Miss you sweetie. Go and cause chaos over the bridge.
