Matt's bunny died today. I posted about Biscuit the Bunny not too long ago. Mary went out this morning and found Biscuit in her cage very still. She told Joe, who told Matt, who went running to find his bunny. We're all sad, but no one as much as Matthew. He really loved Biscuit and took good care of her. We buried her in our front garden after saying a few prayers of thanksgiving, and placing a few special items with her. I told the kids it was O.K. to cry. Losing an animal is a tough lesson for kids. It comes in waves as they recognize the absence. It makes them 'grow up' a little, though I wish they didn't have to in that capacity. Tears come and go, and come again. I think I'll stick close to Matthew for a while.
(F.Y.I.-Mary came to me not long after we buried the bunny and said "Mom, I went to my room and tried to cry about Biscuit dying, but I couldn't. Maybe somebody should hit me so then I could cry".)