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My youngest grandson, George, has lost yet another pet unexpectedly. First his cat, Flossie, was struck by a neighbor's car, and this past weekend his rabbit, Jasper, somehow escaped from his pen and was promptly killed by an opportunistic fox. There are foxes living close by Whitelees, the Races' home in the Scottish countryside near the little town of Waterbeck, and they keep a sharp eye out for rabbits, chickens, and other creatures that spell L U N C H!


Jasper was reputed to be a sweet, loving rabbit, not the kind that bit and scratched when someone picked him up. He lived with the Races for seven years.


Flossie was another longtime fixture in the Race household. She is not likely to be missed by their feathered friends, but she slept nightly at the foot of George's bed and contributed her therms to his slumbertime comfort.

So sorry, dear George.