I am sad to say Ernie passed away last night. He turned six this month, which Aaron says is getting up there in bunny years. I feel horrible because I was just explaining what a tremendous amount of work grooming him is to my friend Greta at Sit & Knit Thursday night. Poor Ernie.
We were with him when he went.... I had just given him a haircut. His wool was so fluffy, I had to tuck it in so as not to shut it in his carrier when we took him to my parents for Christmas. He was sitting on a towel in the kitchen with some carrots when he made a weird noise and Aaron and I came running. Aaron was petting him and he was gone quietly.
