claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
oh, a trip out the back door showed us that flower is no longer alive. of course, now that the bunny is dead, i wish i would have given more attention to him. he was as black as night (unless he was allowed to dig in the brown dirt) and as soft as velvet. my stomach hurts wondering if i could have cared for him more and kept him alive…ooooooh.
it’s a warm day, so jerry and the big kids are making funeral arrangements before the snow comes again.
time to edit our “about” section again…we are no longer a family with rabbits.
so long, flower, you nubby, you.