We said goodbye to our bunny a few weeks ago. He was over seven years old, and he went peacefully. We miss him. For those of you who don't know, he spent most of his time (by choice, he had free run of the house) laying on the bath rug, and when it was hot, under the bath tub. Here is a poem that Lenna wrote to him:
To Roscoe, the Best Pet Ever:
You were a good bunny to the family
You stared at people
And people stared at you
When you flipped over
All the people laughed
We were sad
For that last flip to the ground
But your whiskered face
We will always carry around
You were always with me
When I went potty
And when I took a bath
We don't eat our poop
But we still love you
Even though we had to scoop
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