Another friend went to the Rainbow Bridge this week.
Frank was a wonderful bunny with a wonderful mommy. He lived a very long life and was lucky to have the love and care that he did. He was an inspiration to bunnies. I looked up to him. He always knew the best way to chew up a book and the right way to pee on the couch. I could never be the distructo-bunny that he was (though, my mommy might actually like that). I miss him already. See you at the bridge, Frank.