In the past four weeks, I have greeted farewell four times, each one quite different. Although most goodbyes are quite sad, here's some positives that I found and a brief recount of my several situations. The first goodbye I said was to my dear rabbit, Charcoal. She was a black rabbit [hence the name!] whom we adopted from my sister's friend about four or five years ago; along with her sister Midnight, who's also black. My family and I have had more than four furry beings now and although they say "a dog is a man's best friend", these precious fellas have been my family's best friends. Though we have been in this position several times, it still stings me knowing another of my beloveds [is that a word?] has disappeared from our home. This type of farewell, whether to a pet or person, is the hardest as you realise that you can never cuddle them again in their healthy form. Nevertheless, I will always remember how lovely she was to look after from the d