Little Mowgli is a tough cookie. He roars, he scratches, he bites, he plays rough, he's not afraid of the taller kids at kindergarten. When he sees a rabbit, his heart smelts. He cuddles the rabbit and kisses him. Of course, the question "may I have a rabbit?" soon is dropped which I dodged swiftly. I don't doubt his ability to take care of the rabbit, it was rather the day when he'll pass away (dark thoughts) but things happen and we're all going to die one day. It scares me and hurt me by projection to see my son heartbroken by the death of the rabbit. I took the easy way out. I need to work on that side and deeply think about him getting a 4-legs friend.