For a long time now our little bunny, Spot, has been poorly. He has had a recurring problem with his back teeth, which grew into sharp spurs, which rendered it too painful for him to eat. He had to have that operated on several times. Sadly, he also developed a tumour. For a variety of reasons, an operation was impossible. My brother worked so hard to try to keep him going, but last night he passed away. He was a bright spark in our lives, full of playfulness and personality. He came to us when a cousin's friend's two rabbits had an unexpected litter. I remember he ran right up to me in the pen, and started investigating me, bolder than any of his siblings. When he was well, he had a passion for basil, and what began as an occasional treat became a daily one, as he went through our herbs faster than I did. He loved being allowed to explore the ground floor of the house, especially at Christmas, when he'd race behind all the furniture before flinging himself down extravagantly before the fire. He was a wonderful little fellow, and we all will miss him.