When I came home today, I found Daxter relaxed on his side in his cage. He had no marks on him, had a clean nose and mouth, a belly full of food and drink. He looked asleep, but rabbit mommies know that rabbits don't sleep on their sides. (but he showed no obvious signs of poisoning or seizure or anemia).

I took him out of the cage and pet his coat a while. I love him. I had to tell Chris. Chris is still sobbing the phrase "our little boy" over and over. To be honest, though, he was our little senior citizen bunny. He was likely 9 or even 10.

He was our smartest rabbit. He would come when I called and was forever devising a way to get into the refrigerators (mostly by begging upon a pants leg). He would dance and "walk" for treats. His guilty pleasure was pita chips. His favorite veggie was a baby carrot pile. His favorite greens came from outside.

He loved the backyard here. I hope it was what he was dreaming about when he died.