bubu

Bubu died on Tuesday morning. He was 2 years and 6 months old. I still don't know how to write this without crying. He was sleeping in his corner under the sofa, like always, and when I came to give him breakfast he was already gone. The vet in Min Buri said maybe his heart, it was just sudden. Cookie is sniffing around his hutch every hour and I think she knows something is wrong. I am not really sure what to do with his things. His hay is still in the bag. His little wooden bridge is by the window. I can't throw it away yet. Everybody says it was just a rabbit, but he was my rabbit. He used to come to the kitchen when I was cooking and sit at my feet. Every time I hear the fridge door I look down. I just wanted to write it somewhere. Thank you for reading.