Pepper, my beloved rabbit of 11 years, passed away last night. I got the call today from my dad that he wouldn't drink last night and he didn't make it to the morning. I got him when I was 3, and I can't remember a time without him hopping around in my room... He was long past his life expectancy, and had a growth for the past couple years, but it had started to shrink by last week and we thought it was a good sign, but he seemed to lose all strength and lost tons of weight. I was cleaning his cage Saturday morning before leaving for my grandparents' and when I pulled him out and put him on my bed he just fell over and looked at me. I knew I likely wouldn't see him again and there was enough crying that morning, but nothing compared the past twenty minutes. The part that hurts the most is the fact that I wasn't there to see him off.