Oh, sad. And traumatic. We used to have rabbits. We'd let them run around outside, they stuck around like dogs. After a few years, something got 'em. Found one under the deck, the other one just never came home... Poor little buggers. They had happy lives though.
Then maybe it was for the best. Don't beat yourself up over it.
>.> All I'm asking is that it should be apparent and not confuse poor lads like me.
For anyone who hasn't heard a Somerset accent, please listen to this if my character is stated to orginate from there.