The day we buried Peter...twice

Ironic that the last post I managed to get up here was “Meet Peter.”
Because well, there’s no nice way to say this, but Peter is now dead.

We have been having a hot spell here in Colorado and well, we’re pretty sure cause of death was heatstroke.

Thursday evening John Wayne and the Little Lady went to play with Peter, just as they do every evening.
John Wayne said it was so sad.
T: “Peter…Peter…Where are you Peter…??? Daddy, where’s Peter at?”
John Wayne said his heart just sank as he looked in the hutch to find a dead Peter.
He told her that he was sorry, but Peter had died.
She immediately dropped her head and was sad, but there was no balling hysterics.

She's handled it remarkably well, although I’m not sure she fully gets it yet.
"My bunny died…but he be better tomorrow.”
No baby, I’m afraid not. Dead is forever.

John Wayne did the good Daddy thing and buried Peter out under the trees.

Later that night as we’re headed to bed, John Wayne goes to get his cell phone to set his alarm.
No cell phone.
Anywhere.
After searching EVERYWHERE (this is at 1 o’clock in the morning, mind you), we decide that there is only one place that the phone can be.

Peter Rabbit’s body was exhumed from the ground at sunset.
John Wayne’s phone was recovered.

 Nothing ceases to amaze me around here.