My rabbit died in her sleep on wednesday night.
We’ve had her for 8 years, we got her for my brother’s 8th birthday. His birthday is the 7th march, which was wednesday, so we had her for exactly 8 years. I think there’s something really beautiful/depressing about that.
I cried a lot more than I thought I would when I found out. So did my brother, and he really doesn’t cry, the last time he cried was the day he found out we’d bought her for him, again, beautiful/depressing.
RIP Buttercup, the most beautiful bunny in the world.