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.