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.