Some nights are better than others. Between midnight Friday night and Saturday morning at about 3 AM one of our geriatric rabbits died somewhat unexpectedly. Sweet P was one of three rabbits we adopted in 1998 from a friend of the family. They had spent three years with her before coming to join our family. Rabbits don't ordinarily last that long, even in captivity, but I believe strongly that the fact that they had each other coupled with the fact that they lived in a relatively spacious and cool pen in our basement allowed them to lead longer lives. So, now there is only one lonely old rabbit named Sylvie and her situation seems fairly representative of the fate that many of us will face as we grow old. I think I'll go downstairs and pet Sylvie. If I were her, I'd want some company right now too.
Addendum
Sylvie, the last of the geriatric rabbits passed on two weekends later, just 30 minutes before her scheduled appointment with the vet. She and her sisters (Sweet Pee and Orie) will be missed.
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