TEARS FOR A BUNNY

     It was her time. I knew it. She was quieter than usual last night, her little nose not twitching like her sisters, and she didn't run to her hay. She looked tired. I knew and at the same time I didn't want to know.

By morning she was gone and had crossed rainbow bridge.


Death IS a part of life, but knowing doesn't make it any easier. Animals become our family and it is a loss when they leave us.


Angora rabbits live about six years. We have had them about four years and were not sure of their age when we got them. We already lost her sister . There are three sisters left.


We will treasure the memories and someday will have something to keep us warm from her angora, when we spin her fiber into yarn and knit something with it.


Rest in peace, Chocolate Chip Muffin.  Love you forever.