So two weeks ago, a couple of my friends fell in love with a little bunny that was being sold on the side of the street. They bought it and named it Pepper. A couple of days later, they bought him a companion and named it Caramel.
A couple of days ago, I went over to my friend's apartment to pick up some pirated DVDs she had bought for me. Instead of DVDs, I found her lying next to a convulsing Caramel. His head was in a really awkward position, and he would jerk his legs every once in a while. I think he airways were blocked, so we actually tried bunny CPR. Nothing worked; the jerks slowed and then eventually, they stopped. Traumatic experience, to see it die and feeling helpless.
We buried Caramel under a tree in the Serenity Club Garden, right behind our apartments.
A couple of days later (Yesterday), Pepper passed away as well. He died while everyone was work, so nobody experienced his passing away. Did he succumb to heartbreak, or did he die of similar causes (horrible diet before the sale, bad genes, any more ideas?)
Pepper was buried with his favorite bowl under the same tree as Caramel.
The graves were shallow, so I hope it doesn't rain for a few days...
Lesson of the Day: Don't buy bunnies off the street in China.
Biking Through the Countryside
This past Saturday, I went biking with other Yalies through the countryside. It was hot, humid (90+ weather), and FUN!
Then, we spent the rest of the day at a watertown next to Shanghai. It was like a small scale, Chinese version of Venice. Very lovely.