We lost Robbie overnight. He was an old boy, napping a lot and slow and stiff when he jumped in and out of his hutch. I thought it was likely he wouldn't see another winter. I found him this morning, cold. Holly was sitting quietly watching him through their porthole window. I lifted him up to her to make sure she understood. She sniffed, then
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