Philosophy

Our rabbit died, and the dog is in mourning.

Rufus lies by the empty cage, plastered to the floor. He refuses to eat. He drags himself outside slowly. He won't go on walks.

When Mr. Bun was alive, Rufus would sometimes lick between his ears. He consumed occasional rabbit pellets. He would chase the other dog away from the cage. We joked that he was worried that Chance was making time with the bunny.

In "nature," a rabbit seems not to matter to a dog, except as prey.

There's a lot we don't know.