Sunday, January 9, 2011


Simba died last Thursday, on January 6th, 2011. He is now buried in our backyard.

He was my favorite rabbit. It was really hard when I went out to feed him and saw him dead.
I made a scrapbook for him and am working on a memorial stepping stone (as my mother calls it) for him; I'm also going to change my school binder so that there are pictures of him on it. There are no picture frames in my room that do not hold a picture of Simba. I really miss him.

When I was seven, I had a rabbit named Ariel. One day it got too hot and she died. Since then, I have forgotten all about her.
But I do not want to forget Simba. He was the best rabbit in the whole wide world. He was gentle, calm, soft, and he was mine.


Randi Jill said...
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Randi Jill said...

Grace, I'm so very sorry to hear about Simba. We just saw him when we were at your house for Christmas. He was such a beautiful rabbit and I know how much you loved him. I know you'll miss him. The stepping stone is a wonderful way to remember Simba.