Today will go down in history for two reasons: firstly Wilbur slept from 6-6:30, only waking at 9pm for a bottle of milk. So he can do it then, good eh?
Secondly: It is the day we lost Pete.
Pete. Peter Rabbit. Joni’s best buddy. He’s been breastfeed, weaned, cuddled, sicked on, put to bed and played with to within an inch of his life and today I lost him.
I’m so upset. I have cried! Somewhere in Wokingham Town Pete is all alone. Lost forever. When I realised he was gone I retraced our steps and asked in all the shops we went in but he’s gone. I’m holding out hope that we’ll find him somewhere at home, by some miracle, but I know he’s lost.
Poor Pete. Poor Joni!