CinnaMAN

We had a sad day yesterday...our bunny of two and a half years died.  We think a raccoon got it due to some detective work of some bloody paw prints.  Of course Carly was the one who found him and will be scarred forever.  He probably had the best pet bunny life ever. He never lived in a cage.  When we first got the bunny we named it Cinnamon but after a year we figured out it was a boy and changed it to CinnaMAN.  He roamed our backyard and went in his cage to sleep and eat at will.  He always watched us swim and would hop over to join us at the fire pit.  I think his favorite holiday was Easter because he would go crazy as we ran around finding eggs.  He would try to hop in the house if someone left the backdoor open.  His best trick is that he would eat out of our hands...I loved that he would eat the weeds in the back yard and poop in only one corner of the yard.  People would always get scared as they would see a bunny hopping around while we were in the backyard...but it was just CinnaMAN our bunny.    

Carly made a headstone in the place where she found him in the backyard.