Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

My rabbit died two days ago. I know many people would think that mourning a life so small is silly, but that’s okay, I’m going to do it anyway. I’ve lost a lot of pets over my lifetime, naturally, and I’ve lost quite a few people too, but for some reason this one is hitting me really hard. I’m normally the type to cry once when I first find out someone has passed, and that’s about it. Sure, I’m still sad, but death is inevitable, and I’d rather just be glad for the time I get to spend with people while they’re still here.

This one is different for some reason. Perhaps because she was my companion through some of the most difficult moments of my life, always there with an inquisitive look or a loving nuzzle. Or perhaps it’s because she was so small, innocent, and sweet, and the…