Mish Mash's brother, Mr Bwian proved the theory that only the good die young. He was an angel in every way and as innocent as the day is long. He loved to play with his siblings and didn't mind getting dressed up in his waistcoat.
At seven months old I let him out into our secured back yard, forgetting I hadn't closed the carport roller door all the way down. He managed to wander out the front and onto the street where he was hit by a car.
Hardly a day goes by where I don't think about him either, and my mistake that cost him his young life. Something I have to live with I guess.