There's was not to wonder why, there's was but to do and die.

Those are words from a rather famous poem, about "The Charge of the Light Brigade" The story of a British charge in the Crimean war which was totally obliterated.
So I am inspired to relate:

I suppose I never really cared
About our little Bunny
our stupid, boring, sleeping hare.
I thought it rather funny.

But, like every other thing

Alive in this sweet place

My Rabbits name, doth it ring

and passed on to it's fate.

I am sorry Mr. Rabbit

that I ever mocked you so

For I did make it such a habit
I was so sad to see you go

Lay peacefully at rest

in your grave in the ground

in heaven with your brethrin abreast

Happily eat and bound.

For  you never really did receive

The love you did diserve

I'm sorry I did not believe

in your eternal worth.

So goodbye my sweet pet Lop

My underappreciated friend

Across Elysian fields hop

Until universe's end.

Goodbye Mr. Nibbles the Rabbit
Unkown birth (But purchased at county fair 3 years ago) - 10.20.12.

I suppose it is rather childish to write a poem to a departed pet, such as my rabbit, or to even shed a tear at it's death. But I am indeed saddened, for it brings us all a little closer to our inevitable demise, in a way, and to me, it shows us we must cherish what we love now, rather than once it is too late to do so.