Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Until today, my daily life in France included a sweet little dwarf rabbit that roamed free in our house like a cat.
At the ripe bunny age of five and a half, Blacky slipped away from us today. I am philosophical about the loss of pets, but I will still miss the pitter-patter of his paws, his funny antics, and his general presence.
For the first time for almost 10 years, we are left with no pet. (We had a series of guinea pigs from 2000-2008, including one who lived for eight years!)
Anyway, tonight my husband cried. I cried. My youngest daughter cried.
Then a bit later, she said "Wouldn't you like to have a dog?"