The Bunny Dies in QUOTIDIEN

When she came to us 7 months ago, she adopted my daughter's pink bunny.

"Get your ball, Beth", and she'd get the bunny. "Where is it" (no specifying), and she brings Bunny.

Well, today - Bunny was methodically being unstuffed through a place where the sun don't shine, and found herself in her final resting place on a small bed of this morning's soggy shredded wheat left-overs, and cold coffee grounds.

RIP, Bunny.