On Friday morning our perhaps most beloved of all of us rabbit, died. Max went out to find him stretched peacefully out in their mini house. There was no evidence of anything wrong, he was chunky ad his eyes were clear and no obvious swellings or anything. He wasn’t particularly old, just 4 1/2 years, but perhaps it was just his time to stop running. He did seem to have slowed a little recently and sent a lot of the time the day before, when they were out on the grass, just lying on his side in the shade. But it was hot, so we didn’t think much of it. Clover will miss him, they’ve been a very married couple from day one and I’m not sure Biscuit will quite match up to his company for her 🙁
Max and I liked him very much, but Fran really loved him and was so very upset when she came home from school 🙁 He had a special place in my heart too, bought on the first anniversary of a terrible day for me. And in the back of my mind, I feel anxious; we lost a rabbit just a few weeks before Freddie was born and I fretted it was an omen, sent to prepare the girls. We’ve lost another since and oh, I don’t know, I know this is just part of life’s rich pattern, but I am so tired of seeing my girls grieve for things and relationships and people.
Farewell Fiver boy, we did love you.