Well, after a promising few days my little bunny friend took a turn for the worst last night. I'm so bummed out. He started out so well; he was eating and he even moved around a little in his crate. I even saw him twitch one of his back legs. I knew his survival was a long shot, but I was starting to feel so positive about his prognosis.

I'd joined two online forums, one for rabbit owners and one for people with disabled rabbits (you really can find anything on the internet), and the general consensus was he wasn't a wild rabbit but rather an agouti colored domestic rabbit. So I was already starting to ponder names and long-term caging options for the little guy.

But in the end it wasn't meant to be. Poor little guy went through so much and he just couldn't go on. At least he spent his last few days safe and loved with a full belly. And he received a proper burial in my backyard, right under my bedroom window. I could have taken him back to the shelter for disposal, but how else would I have learned not to try digging a hole wearing Crocs?

Of course the biggest problem is that now I really want a bunny. I've never had a house rabbit before and I really like the looks and personality of the Flemish Giant. Pretty sure a 15-20 pound rabbit can hold its own with Avery and the cats. The boys would probably be scared to death of it given their absolute terror of Amadeus.

So now I really need to find a job so I can satisfy my bunny lust.

RIP little bunny!