When I was 8 my dad gave me and my little brother each
a rabbit for Easter. We were soooooooo happy.
After a few years my little brother stopped taking care of
Midnight his rabbit. Since I was out with Cookies’n’Cream
(my rabbit) everyday I stared taking care of her.
After Cookies’n’Cream died Midnight became very unhappy.
She was not let out much and lived in the garage.
On day while I was away my mom let her out and because she was
having so much fun mom never brought her back in.
( This would be a good time to tell you that we live way out in the woods.)
When I came back I ran outside to look for Midnight.
When I could not find her I brought out my dog Barley.
We searched for a while.
Finally we found FisherCat tracks with blood and
black Midnight fur.
I was SO unhappy that Midnight had died.
I suppose that I never really new how much I loved her
until she was gone.
I hope this is a lesson that no-matter how much you might think
that your pet is mean and annoying love them just the same.
Because you may not realize how much you do love them
until their gone.
Britta
| Midnight |
| Britta |