Remembering Barney The Bunny

As we approach the first anniversary of Barney of The Bunny hopping over the rainbow bridge, I've finally had the intestinal fortitude to invest in a nice personalised plaque to mark his grave.

Barely a day passes without me thinking about the characterful critter. While I shall never have another pet rabbit, I'm delighted that his little memorial rock garden has bedded in nicely in the corner of our garden where he used to bound and stretch in his run - near to where his enormous hutch stood.