The Rainbow Bridge Bunnies

Unfortunately, no beloved pet stays forever. This was especially hard for me, since my bunnies are my best friends.

Each of these rabbits will have their own page as soon as possible.

Our first bunny. Ashie was so sweet and loved to lick our faces and necks. He loved to run around the yard and in the house. We got him from some really good friends of ours who raised rabbits. Three years later, while I was away in Rhode Island for a month, he passed away from heat.

Ashes, we will never forget our "Little Gray Devil" that we love so much.

Oreo and Spazzy were brother and sister. Rachel picked out the laziest, sweetest bunny of the litter, while I picked out the craziest, wildest one. Somewhere along the way, they got switched.

Oreo was really laid back and easygoing. He loved to flop in the kitchen and lie on his side (like in the picture). Cookie also loved to rub his chin on everything. When rabbits wipe their chins on things, they are putting their scent on it and claiming it as theirs. If this is so, then Oreo owned everything in that house, including my toes and nose!

Sarsparilla, AKA Sassy, AKA Sassapy, AKA Booger

Sassy had a tough life. He suffered from a condition called malocclusion. Basically, his teeth didn't meet the way they should, so he wasn't able to keep them ground down the way most rabbits can. Instead, they kept growing. His top teeth poked through his lip and his bottom teeth stuck way up. We had to clip them the same way most people clip their pets' claws.

By the time he turned five, most of his teeth had permanently broken out and it was hard for him to eat. That summer, Sassy practically lived in the house. He climbed up on the furniture and would sleep with his head on my lap and his behind on the couch or "have his way" with my leg. It was his way of showing his love.

When I came back for Fall Break in October of that year, Sassy seemed depressed. He also seemed to have lost weight. When I told my mom, she said that he'd been eating his food, so I must be imagining it. But when I came back for winter break, he seemed so skinny. I brought him in the house and he licked my shirt in a place where I had spilled some food. He was desparately hungry! We cut up some carrot very small for him and gave him some leftover squash.

A couple days later, I went out to check on Sarsparilly and found him dead. I'm convinced my poor baby starved to death.

I am so sorry, Sassy. If I had only listend to my gut when I thought that you were losing weight and gotten you help. I love you.

Spazzy's memorial page
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