When I got to the drive here at Whitelees, there was a small brown shape in the way. I stopped the car and got out to see what this was. It was Jasper our rabbit. He was still just barely alive when I picked him up. Jasper had escaped from his run and I think a fox had him. The fox must have dropped Jasper when I turned into the drive. As I walked to the house with the still warm rabbit, I could hear a couple of foxes barking very close to the house. Jasper died while I was holding him.
Poor George has lost his other pet. Man, we're not doing too good with pets recently, are we? George is pretty upset again.
Jasper was about seven years old and a lovely gentle rabbit. He didn't' scratch or bite when picked up and was quite tolerant of people making a fuss over him. We're going to miss that nice lop-eared boy.