Friday, April 10, 2009
RIP, my little Buck-miester. For "just a rabbit", you fast became part of the family. I will miss your crazy antics more than I can say. No longer will you thump your feet at me when you're happy, you've thrown your last tantrum when I put you back in your cage, and you've let me scratch your ears for the last time. I miss you already. I can't believe I'm never going to go out the back again and see you sitting on your log like King Buckley. RIP.