Day 316
“Timmy” (the
rabbit) & the bird-Show
We
lost “Timmy”, our mini-Rex black rabbit this summer; he was seven years old.
That
they usually only live five years and we got two more doesn’t help the grief.
Of
course, we got the critter when the girls decided they wanted a rabbit for a
pet; we went to a Sunday morning “bird-show” where people “trade” animals of
all kinds; I once saw a monkey.
Well!
Our girls told us they would like a “pet” rabbit so I went out and scavenged-up
some lumber and wire and set out to built a rabbit-hutch. Mission accomplished.
“little” Timothy loved his cage; Becky bought a portable fence and Timmy showed-off
for the crowd standing on his hind legs and slipping through the pen walls; he
soon enough outgrew the fence hole-openings.
Eventually,
I “inherited” Mr. Timothy as the girls came less and less to see him over the
years. Each winter, we moved Timmy and Candy’s doves, housed in another cage,
into the shed.
Through
the winter I emptied his frozen water dish and fed Timmy and the birds; they
were housed side by side in front of a large window facing west with plenty of
sun and warmth.
My
Dad had a pair of leather gloves when I was a kid; when I got to be about 12,
or so, he let me wear them on cold winter days as they finally fit my hands.
The lining was rabbit fur and it was soft as silk; little Timmy’s “fur-coat”
had that same feel. We were friends; I’ll miss him.
One
morning in June this year I went out to feed him his carrot regimen; Timmy had
died!
The
girls decorated a cardboard box for his coffin and we buried him, respectfully.
Adios!
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