WillieFest

My brother Willie went to the Rainbow Bridge last night. He was my three-legged bunny brother. He was 12 years old, which is very, very old for a bunny, and my daddy loved him so very much. He died in my daddy's arms which was perfect. Mom was so afraid he would die at night or alone and Dad would feel guilty for not being with him.

Willie was so strong and brave even after his back leg was amputated. He still chased us dogs and was fiesty. We all knew he was getting old and one of his front legs was not working so well any more. It was making it even harder for him to get around. Daddy would give him "spa treatment baths" every week to keep his booty nice and clean and cuddled him every day. Mom and Dad shopped for his salad food every Wednesday; he got a big salad every night! Last night Daddy cried and said "What are we going to do on Wednesday nights, now?" Well, personally I think that is easy...walk or play with ME! But I know Daddy is sad right now and misses Willie, so Mom has a plan:

Tomorrow night Mom and some friends are going to surprise Daddy and take him to "WillieFest". They are going to go to a nice restaurant that has a big salad bar for dinner and have a glass of wine to toast Willie's memory. Mom says that it will be the ultimate bunny-salad dinner and that she will take a picture of Willie and a little pink candle to put on the table. ...and a little sign that says "Welcome to WillieFest". She says they will celebrate how lucky Willie was to have such a good and long life and that the distraction and friends will be good for Daddy.

I am a little upset that I can't go too. Hey, I like salad...as long as it has lots of dressing on it!

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