little tears.

This time last week my tiny rabbit Charlie Munchers was very sick and in hospital, where later he sadly died.

A lot of people have been very lovely about this, because everyone who met Charlie knows  how magnificent and special he was. He was the only constant in my life for 5 years, came with me through various house moves and other things life throws at you that are rubbish when your family lives on the other side of the world. He was my little white fluffy family.

There is a big hole where the Munchers once sat eating carrot tops and getting hay stuck in his mouth to make me laugh when I was sad, doing bunny flops on my feet in that half an hour before bed while I read my book and he had a wash. Every night, for almost 5 years.