Where do we even begin the debate about you being the favourite?

You got away with murder, LITERALLY! The countless times you brought random wildlife friends into the house for us to find or encounter may have seemed a good idea at the time for you, but to us it was a nightmare.

You got away with scratching the brand new sofas to death, breaking the kitchen blinds, jumping up and opening the back door to let yourself in and letting all of the heat out. The random patches of vomit around the house (it wasn't pretty to see, Munch) and yet me, Dru and Laura would get told off from Mum and Dad about having our shoes on past the front door!!

The countless times you would dissapear for hours on end, we would be worried sick wondering where you were! Next thing you'd know, we would hear you climbing through the gap in the window and leaving your muddy paw prints across the kitchen side (Mum wasn't best pleased with this!)

You would go on rampages running around the house. You would HAVE to knock the plant over on the stairs! We would then have to pick all of the dirt up because you knew that one of us would stand on it and ruin the carpet. Again, we would get told off whilst you get praised with treats and cuddles!

Even with all of the chaos and stress you'd cause us at times, it's something we look back on and truly miss.

There isn't a day that goes by where we don't miss you.

We miss everything about you. We miss hearing you coming down the stairs. We miss your mad half hours. We miss your purring. We miss the kisses. We miss the cuddles. We miss your company. We miss you.

We miss you, Munch. We really do.

Until we meet again,

We all love you. xxxxx