A commemorative message.

Last night between the times of 7 and 9 my rabbit died. Caramel was his name and he was around 12 years old (which is very old for rabbit!) He was a lion head breed and had been gifted to us from a old friend when i was younger because she could no longer look after it. Adorable he was, ever so content with his own company and never wanted to leave his hutch despite having the option to roam free range around the garden. Whenever we did put him out to get some exercise, he sat there as innocent as an angel not moving, just sat there. We then felt so guilty we put him back in his two story bespoke hutch (made by my father) with some luscious veg to get his teeth into. He was a father as well, to gumbo (my dad’s idea of a name). Gumbo’s mother wiggles also died a few months ago, it was one of the most upsetting times of my life. It was only a pet, but she was gorgeous and my first pet. So it’s only Gumbo left now.

a part of his bespoke hutch made by my father

a part of his bespoke hutch made by my father

awh gumbo - a wee rabbit then! the smaller rabbit is caramels son and the bigger is caramels spouse

awh gumbo – a wee rabbit then! the smaller rabbit is caramels son and the bigger is caramels spouse

forever happy in his hutch

forever happy in his hutch

isnt he cute!

i think wiggles is after some male attention!

i think wiggles is after some male attention!

"you are way below my standards!"

“you are way below my standards!”

"well hello there!" a hutch or what?!

a classic meal of lettuce, and rabbit mix

a classic meal of lettuce, and rabbit mix

wiggles in her prime

excuse the blur

excuse the blur

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