Today was a wonderful day, until I got home and was told one after another by four different people within 15 seconds of walking in the door, that my bunny had died. The fourth person, being my jerk brother, who is insensitive, sarcastic, and rude.
So, somehow... the door "became open" and the bunny got out. Something must have got him, because he is now dead. I would have preferred that my family left him alone, so that I could deal with him myself. But no, my family prefers to try and be helpful, which is rarely appreciated.
So, here is a picture journal of Turtle's life with me.

Turtle's first day at home!


Turtle's first Easter, shortly after getting him!

Turtle's trip to Church (day before his trip to high school!)

Turtle on his harness and leash running around the yard.
I was going to pull out his harness and let him run around tomorrow...

Turtle on the last day that I held him, and the last day he got one of Emily's home made salads that were just for him.
I love you Turtle, and I shall see you once I have been twinkled.