I had a bunny named twinkles when I was 10-13 years old. He was a mean turd of a rabbit, but I loved him very much. One day I had him hooked up to a nice long line in the front yard and I was in the back yard playing...then I heard a horrible sound (rabbit scream) and I came running to the front to see that the neighbor's dog had broken Twinkle's back.
The dog was actually really sweet, I think he just wanted to play. Anyway, Twinkles drug himself around and pooped all over himself for a few days and then my mom took me into town and when I came home my dad had "disposed" of twinkles and buried him in the backyard. I made him a little headstone and was sad for a few days. RIP Twinkles
