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Goodbye to a good rabbit

Corporal, our rabbit, died today. He has left the corporal world. Is it bad to make puns following a pet's death? It may sound heartless, but it was time for him to go. He's really been slowing down the past year, and especially the past few weeks. People who've known us for a long time were always surprised to find that he was still alive, since we had him for more than ten years. And he wasn't a baby when we got him, but a hormonal adolescent, who would run in circles and thump the ground around me. And any other available females.

For months, I've been dreading that I would find him dead. The odds were in my favor (or would that be not in my favor), since I'm the adult most likely to be home in the day. I had this morbid picture of walking in and finding MrMan petting the Corporal's stiff body. (Again, hard not to stick the word corpse in there.) Out of the blue, yesterday, my dad said, "I predict he will die within the month." And this morning, he was in a weird position and I thought he was dead. But everyone jumped in to say that, no, they'd just seen him breathing. And then, he was in another weird position. And then, within another hour, he was dead. He has now joined our chicken, our guinea pigs, and our cat, in our backyard pet cemetery. I've proclaimed a pet vacation. We'll see if my mom and MrMan agree.

Not to be inappropriate, but today we also took advantage of the fabulous weather and went picnicing along the river. Many others had the same idea. Some of them brought along their dogs and horses, which thrilled MrMan.

We then capped off the day with the community's Ayyam-i-Ha party, held at a suburban home. I took along barbequed tofu, which a lot of people enjoyed. Though one ten-year-old deemed it not worth eating: "It tastes like peanut butter!" To his credit, it is one of the ingredients.