Mr Biggles, you were the friend I never had in times of loneliness. Whenever I was sad, you’d be there to offer love and playful nips to my fingers.
You were warm, gentle and beautiful. I will miss your warmth and unjudging, unconditional love. I will even miss cleaning out your hutch. Handling hay that had been close to you bought us an even bigger connection.
So long, Mr Biggles.
I hope they clean your hutch in heaven.
All my love and affection,
| Mr Biggles |
| 7, Jan 2003 |
| Zoe |