A friend of mine raised a small rabbit; she had dinner with the rabbit and slept with the rabbit.
One day the rabbit passed away, my friend was very sad. We comforted her by all means and advised her to find a place to bury it.
My friend did not want to bury it, saying that she should make a wood platform for cremation and helped the rabbit to go to heaven.
Like what happen in the movies, with a lot of firewood we made a cremation unit, the rabbit was lying above so secure.
Eventually, fifty percent of the rabbit still went into my friend’s stomach.