On Saturday my youngest son's guinea pig, George, died. He was 4.5 years old. This morning my daughter came out to tell me that her rabbit, Pepper is almost dead. Pepper is around 11 years old. She was a rescue bunny, so we don't know her exact age.
Why is it that things always seem to happen in groups? Last Wednesday my favorite aunt also died.
Lots of tears being shed. At least we're finding comfort in knowing that they're all now at peace.
Why is it that things always seem to happen in groups? Last Wednesday my favorite aunt also died.
Lots of tears being shed. At least we're finding comfort in knowing that they're all now at peace.