Phil stopped eating on Saturday. We took him to the vet this morning. He had a mouth abscess that it would take an operation to fix and he was obviously too weak to handle an operation. So we had him put to sleep. We had Phil for seven years and he was probably 2 or 3 when he landed on our deck as a stray, so he was getting on for 10 years old (AKA 115 in rabbit years). He'll be buried under the same rose bush with his departed rabbit wife Baucis Rabbit, who arrived with him as a stray and died a few years ago. His teenage girlfriend, Daphne Rabbit, will be at the funeral, which will happen tomorrow.