Lady Hops-a-lot.

It was March of 2005 and I somehow determined that I needed a rabbit. Once this decision was made, I spent A LOT of time looking for the perfect rabbit. Matt went along, seeming excited but mostly because I was excited. I found the perfect bunny and she was only about 4 hours away including the ferry trip off of Orcas Island. Off we went in the pouring rain. We arrived at what Matt named "The Love Ranch". It was the most religious and earthy place I have ever seen and I have come across plenty of interesting places in my life. They had a bundle of bunnies and we chose the cutest one- Lady Hops-a-lot. We quickly left and told bunny stories of how we rescued her from a crazy world.

Bunny had a good life. It was full of plenty of card board castles and obstacle courses to play in. She ate her fair share of walls but nothing that wasn't fixable. Charlie was by far her best friend. Charlie often gave her baths in the evening. Hopsalot was important because she was the first thing Matt and I raised together. These things matter to me. You learn a lot about a person when you raise an animal with them. It was fun watching Matt have fun with Hopsalot. He tried to teach her what her name was. He built some crazy structures for her including the two story mansion that she lived in for two years. He embraced having a rabbit because I was into it. That means a lot to me in so many ways. Hops-a-lot was a great pet. She was always a hit with visitors, she never disappointed in her tricks and she proved to be a crazy exciting confusing fur ball for Lyla. Lyla loved trying to catch bunny to pat her. It was rare that she did but the level of excitment when she perservered, was overwhelming. Lyla was into having a bunny.

We noticed in the last few days that bunny wasn't eating so much and then it just got worse and she passed away on December 5th. Not fun. She was part of our family so that was hard. Lyla is only starting to realize she is gone though we told her what happened in a very simple two year old sort of way. The questions will come over time as that is how she seems to be processing it.

Lady Hops-a-lot, Bun Bun, that damn rabbit, Bunny. It was a good seven years. You actually taught me a lot. You will be missed and I promise that you will be the only bunny I ever have, don't worry. Bye-Bye Bun Bun.