Tears just won't stop, 9 days after Hairy Mclary passed away, Mopatop went to join him. He passed away while lying under his little hut in the sunshine. One week on I still go to feed them and check the weather to see whether it's a good day to get them out in the garden. Keep looking at their wee hutch. They're irreplaceable but our lives feel empty without them. Their wee squeaks while I was hanging washing out to remind us they're waiting for brekkie to their tufty wee hairdos they brought us such happiness.
