Thyme, socks, and I, we lost a member of our tiny family. He was more than any of us would have ever expected... He was a wonderful, wonderful, bun-son.

My baby, my bunny, my best friend, is gone. I found him... In an unimaginable freakish accident and he was already gone. I had been looking forward to celebrating our first year together next month but... Instead I will celebrate the time I did get to have with you, no matter what. Everyday was a damn fucking special day. Everyday was worth it. Everyday was memorable. Simply because you were you. Seeing you every morning was the best thing in the world, your excitement for food, for pets, for your treats, and me. We had a routine. You would come to me for the scritches and rubs that would melt you. You would remind me it was dinner time by waiting at the door. You would tell me it's time to say goodnight by standing by my chair, waiting for your treat and our ritual of cuddles and kisses.
I love you.
I miss you.
You were perfect, and I feel so God damn lucky I even had you for the time I had.
Wherever you are now, I hope you are running and jumping and playing. I hope I can see you again.

Be a good boy. I love you, and see you next time... Good night, Lewis.