When I came home from work Tuesday night, I found that Patches had gone to the big Rabbit Hutch in the Sky sometime during the evening. Being the mom, I grieved for a moment and then set to work.
Wednesday morning I was awakened by a cry of alarm mixed with dread - Emily had discovered Patches' absence. I had to break the news to her that Patches was no longer alive. She took it very hard. The other children were more matter-of-fact. Emily is my sensitive one.
Later - curiosity set in.
"Mom, where did you bury Patches?" James' inquiring glance came my direction.
Not wanting to disclose Patches' actual resting place (which was less than glamorous), I merely said, "I took care of it."
The question was repeated several times throughout the day, with the same answer each time. I think David was the only one who really figured it out.
They wondered what happened. "Why did Patches die, Mom?" He looked healthy when I left for work Tuesday afternoon. I'm not sure what happened since I was not here, and no one seems to know. I didn't examine the evidence too closely.
By the way, I don't believe the "Rainbow Bridge" myth that some pet owners espouse. It's not Biblical and I don't think it's true. Apparently it comforts some, and I guess that's fine for them. I, however, believe when animals die, that's the end for them. If you're not familiar with the Rainbow Bridge myth, google it if you are interested. So, the title of my post is just a euphemism, not something I actually believe.
Having pets means that kids will likely experience the death of a pet. I think it's a good way to learn how to handle grief and go on. It's also a good lesson in being sure you are as responsible as possible since your pet depends on you. (Patches did have water available in his cage, so that was not the cause of his death, in case anyone is wondering. He was also fed that day.)
Here is the last picture of Patches - taken by Suzanne on Tuesday.
Farewell, Patches! You were a really nice rabbit.
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