Fudge Ripple past away on Wednesday.
Nathan was the first responder. He felt for a pulse and found nothing.
Stacie was the coroner and the mortician. She surmised that the cause of death was either a bunny heart attack or something he ate. Since the bunny had started consuming his piddle pads, I'm not doubting her assessment.
McKenzie made the tombstone and requested the funeral be held after everyone arrived home.
Earl and I were notified by text of the bunny's passing.
After I got home, I sent the boys out to dig the grave. When they came back in, I asked them to gather everyone and asked where the bunny coffin was.
Their response: "Oh, we buried him. We're done."
And I didn't even get to attend the viewing or the funeral!
Sorry, I don't have a picture of Fudge Ripple. But I will tell you that he was well named. Just open a carton of F.R. ice cream and you will see his coloring perfectly!
3 comments:
Well, that was the pits. You should have made them dig him up & start over. I laughed out loud when I read your entry, so had to read it out loud for Nick & Don. Nick thought you were talking about a chocolate bunny.
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P.S. WAY WEIRD my word varification is "Barichoc"
Today we were getting some ice cream & Don looked at Fudge something, it could have been Revel. I told him not to get it, I'd think of your rabbit.
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