Sad Tidings

Fare thee well, Murph. Fond of rabbits, bolting off, Lily and puns. You came, let me join in and hung around for awhile.

I hope your Heaven has a very comfortable basket, slow rabbits and a bone that never ends.

We will miss you, but not half as much as Mrs Rhine and Drew.


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  1. I'm mourning his loss rather more intensely than I should over an imaginary friend.

    Sticks shall be hurled in his honour.

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  2. tim ~ welcome. It is a sad time indeed. I will admit to having a good cry last night when I read the news.

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