Just a few short moments ago, we lost our friend, family member, and pet, Albert Einstein. Albert came to us via the Wool Festival at Taos and has inhabited our master bath for the past 20 months.
He was the first to greet me in my early morning state of bleary and the last to say sleep well after nightly ablutions.
Albert, like most members of the Rancho Laurena set, was unique when compared to others of his own species. 
He liked to take the occasional shower with us, 
chase the cats that dared enter his domain,
and lie down with bloodhounds.
Although we initially purchased Albert for his lovely fur, he became a very welcome addition to our home, to our lives. We will miss him very much. 
Godspeed, Mr. Einstein.
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I hope our foolishness has made you laugh a little and that nature will settle down soon.
I am sorry about your loss.
"Gramma, where's Albert?"
"Albert died honey."
"Oh, no. We need to go get him."
"We can't get him, honey, he stopped breathing and then he died and went to heaven."
"We need to go get him."
So the toddler and I took a walk to our growing pet cemetary and I showed him the newly-turned dirt mound topped with a large rock, a poor marker for the good companion that was Albert.
"Gramma, we need to move that rock and let Albert out."
" I wish we could, Anthony, but he's not there anymore."
"Where is he?"
"We'll look for him in the clouds."
How do I explain sudden death to a three-year-old when I, at, do not understand it myself?
BTW - I have a grandson too - mine is 3. And yours? We have lots in common!
Marsha
This too shall pass, Lauren.
I hope this doesn't sound crass and I don't mean to diminish your loss. In another comments section, I read where you said "your rabbit died..." and I immediately thought you were pregnant!
Hang in there, PF.
Sally, my husband has an older daughter from a previous relationship. Anthony is her son, my stepgrandson, and we are raising him ourselves. We love the little guy. Long story but his father is deceased and his mother has issues that make raising a child challenging.
My son wants to know how much Albert weighed? He is looking over my shoulder going "WOW, that is one HUGE RABBIT!"
*HUG*
Not that you asked, but we have fielded most questions about death from our daughters, one of whom is about Albert's age, in a very literal fashion - so-and-so's body just stopped working, and we miss them very much. Thus far there haven't been any existential questions about whether or not anything comes after that.
Hugs dear. At the very least, and I know it's no real comfort now, but Albert had the best life he could have had with you.