My beautiful Brer got his wings to RB yesterday. He was very healthy until 2 weeks ago and sadly I couldn't watch him suffer any longer, although it's broke my heart. Brer & his brother came to me at 6mths of age. They'd been bought for a toddler who'd lost interest. They'd been brought up on weetabix and exercised on AstroTurf and were often found wandering down the pavement on a side road! I'd like to think he had a better life with us. Real grass, real plants, space to exercise, fresh air, warmth, toys, proper care. He never became friends with his brother but enjoyed his presence at a distance. Brer was such a friendly boy to me - even on the morning of his last trip to the vet he gave me a good grooming as I washed his face. He loved to sunbathe and it pains me that he's missed the recent sunny weather. I will never forget him - the pair were my first ever bunnies and I've learned such a lot from them. As I'm now in my 60s, I'm not sure I could have another bunny friend for brother Bugs - who knows! I've scattered some wildflower seeds over Brer's garden grave, he enjoyed eating the same ones last summer! It's still very raw but am concentrating on the brother left.