I looked out the window, and what did I see?
Trouble’s buried ‘neath the apricot tree!
(For anyone unfamiliar with the LDS Church, we have a kid’s primary song about “popcorn popping on the apricot tree".”)
I’ll spare you the rest of the song, but you get the gist. We lost our rabbit on the first hot day of summer. We went from the 70s to 95 in the shade, and that was it. Even with water in his bowl, he got too hot, and died in my arms, as I was trying to cool him off. I was pretty upset about it, but my dad put it in perspective for me, “It’s a bunny, not a child.” All too true. You can see the little patch of dead sod to the left of the tree where we buried him.
We’re making a few modifications to the cage, and then we’ll get a new bunny (after all, we only had Trouble for a few weeks, and I put a lot of effort into that rabbit hutch). The girls cried until I told them we could get a new rabbit, and now they just bug me about, “When are we getting a new pet?” Until then, RIP, Trouble.
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