The incomparable, awesome Dennis died last night. He had been acting strange during the day, hiding in weird places. He hadn't been under the recliner in weeks, but I always open and close the chair slowly so he has time to move if he snuck under there when I wasn't looking. In the past he would always come hopping right out when the chair started to move. Last night, for whatever reason, he didn't come out. A few seconds later I heard his front paws scratching and I knelt down and saw that his hind legs weren't working. As I held him his front paws stopped working, too, and I knew this wasn't something he would be recovering from. I held him and stroked his fur and told him what a good bunny he was as he died in my arms. I feel absolutely terrible, and my heart is broken. He was such an amazing bunny. It's hard to believe he's really gone.