The death of the rabbit

Yep.  That's right.  The rabbit died.  We recently picked up five rabbits to raise and Coty, my 15 year old autie found one of them dead in the cage today.  We, that being him and I, made the executive decision to tell his sister the bad news and allow her to say a final goodbye.  I had no idea where that would lead.

Next thing I know, my 10 year old nuero-typical child, Bailey comes in to inform me that her brother is skinning the rabbit.  Once that is done he is going to cut it open and perform an autopsy.  I kid you not.  This is so my kids!  I honestly figured this was Coty's idea.  However, I learned later that Bailey requested that the rabbit be skinned so that she could keep it's pelt.  Coty felt the autopsy was necessary to determine cause of death and as he put it, he loves looking inside to see how things work in there.

After the skinning, Coty cut the poor thing open and discovered that the liver was riddled in white spots.  It appears we are dealing with a parasite.  Based on this, we are going to pick up meds to treat the other rabbits.  Go figure. I wonder what they will come up with next.