Marlon Bundo, the beloved pet rabbit of the Pence family, has died, former second daughter, Charlotte Pence announced Saturday.
“He taught me how to always try to be kind first and never stop making an effort to get along. We had some wild times together, and I’m forever grateful. Rest in sweet peace, little bunny,” Pence posted on Instagram.
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Perhaps I differ from the majority, but I think it is incredibly stupid to be grateful to a rabbit for anything, My take is the Pence family is full of retarded people.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand how hard it is to lose a pet, but my dead cat never even taught me how to bounce…he was a….cat.
Perhaps I differ from the majority, but I think it is incredibly stupid to be grateful to a rabbit for anything, My take is the Pence family is full of retarded people.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand how hard it is to lose a pet, but my dead cat never even taught me how to bounce…he was a….cat.
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We used to have rabbits. They taught me a few things. One was they are the bottom of the food chain. Two, they are incredibly destructive. Three, never have rabbits lol.
The problem is today pets are treated like children. I mean, I don’t treat mine like my children, though my children would beg to differ 😂.
I once bought a t shirt for my good friend, and it said.. “My cats are not my children, at least that’s what their piano teacher says.”
Rabbits and Pences notwitstanding, I can say with certainty that I’m grateful for each and every one of the many cats I’ve been fortunate to have in my life, even for far too short a time. And indeed, I have even learned a lot from so many of them. My first cat made me understand unconditional love for the first time, and was with me for half my life when he passed. No. 7 forced me to learn about successful intervention with herbal medicine when allopathic had failed him. No. 17, still with us, taught me gentleness, patience and compassion while I nursed her through the severe injuries she had when we found her as a tiny kitten. I only knew and loved No. 26 for part of a day before I had to let her go, because her injuries were just too profound. There are so many more stories, I could write a book, but won’t bore you with making this slide any longer. And my stories are dwarfed by those told by several rescue people I know. (I just adopt them...)
For those of us who aren’t naturally “people persons”, the Lord has a way of using His other creatures to teach us valuable life lessons.