Those were the first words out of my mouth. I started the day pretty much the same as any other Monday. I woke up; made sure Mrs.R was waking up; went into the kitchen to get bowls out for Jake the rabbit and the cats morning meal.
I then went to the bakers rack in the dining room to get canned food for the cats and saw Jake laying peacefully … on his back. I thought how cute he looked sleeping on his back and stopped to watch him for a bit before waking him for his morning greens.
As I watched it became apparent very quickly that something was not right. That’s when I said aloud, “You have got to be kidding?” I leaned down to Jake calling his name and he did not even twitch a whisker. I reached out to touch him now fully expecting the worst and hoping to be startled by a hastily woken bunny.
Just as I was touching Jake’s belly, Mrs.R asked “what’s wrong?” To which I sadly replied “Jake’s dead.”