
Goodbye little bunny. We had looked forward to watching you grow and sneak away with the carrots we left out for you and run from our dog. You will be missed. Actually...the girls don't even know you are D-E-A-D. I'll probably tell them some sweet story about how you went to live with your mother. Because I'm chicken and try to avoid talking about death as much as possible. And I'm not religious so I can't assure them that you are bouncing around on streets of gold. But really...I don't think the whole heaven thing works for animals anyway. Goodbye, bunny.