Thursday, May 07, 2009
No more pets...
We had two pet rabbits.
About ten years ago my wife started talking about getting a cat. I have had a lot of pets including cats. Cats are great but it used to kind of bug me that they would get up on the kitchen counter when you're not around. Sneaky little buggers.
So with that in mind I suggested maybe a rabbit. I had a rabbit when I was a kid but apparently forgot the details.
We looked at bunnies in a pet store. They were so small and cute. I suggested getting two so they would have company when we were not around (another in a long list of bright ideas).
We purchased two; a male and female; and named them Grey and Velvet. Grey was a black and white Dutch. Velvet was the softest color of chocolate.
When they were six months old we took them to the vet for a checkup and neutering.
Two went in and only one came home.
I did not know rabbits don't do to well under anesthesia as we found out when Velvet didn't come home. So here is Grey by himself and he needs a buddy. Back to the pet store to get another girl. Came home with a cute little dwarf, white with small chocolate spots. Found out later when his little pink scrotum appeared that Thumper was not a girl.
Over the years we did our best to spoil the little rascals. I made them huts out of wood and used large paper bags to simulate dens. Cut up and connected boxes for them to explore, some full of shredded newspaper. We grew parsley and carrots for the little gourmets.
They had close to ten years with us and the last six were in the freakin' kitchen.
Yeah that's right, the guy who was concerned about a cat in the kitchen has two fur balls in the damn kitchen.
Thumper was the younger of the two guys but he passed away during the night on May 3rd. Grey lived only two more days and passed away mid morning on the 5th. It was kinda strange, like an old couple when one passes, then shortly thereafter so does the other.
Now the kitchen has been cleaned up and all the boxes, cages and fur removed but there is also an empty space, in more ways than one.
I catch myself walking into the kitchen and look towards the corner to check on the bunnies...
Rest in peace little dudes..
No more pets...
About ten years ago my wife started talking about getting a cat. I have had a lot of pets including cats. Cats are great but it used to kind of bug me that they would get up on the kitchen counter when you're not around. Sneaky little buggers.
So with that in mind I suggested maybe a rabbit. I had a rabbit when I was a kid but apparently forgot the details.
We looked at bunnies in a pet store. They were so small and cute. I suggested getting two so they would have company when we were not around (another in a long list of bright ideas).
We purchased two; a male and female; and named them Grey and Velvet. Grey was a black and white Dutch. Velvet was the softest color of chocolate.
When they were six months old we took them to the vet for a checkup and neutering.
Two went in and only one came home.
I did not know rabbits don't do to well under anesthesia as we found out when Velvet didn't come home. So here is Grey by himself and he needs a buddy. Back to the pet store to get another girl. Came home with a cute little dwarf, white with small chocolate spots. Found out later when his little pink scrotum appeared that Thumper was not a girl.
Over the years we did our best to spoil the little rascals. I made them huts out of wood and used large paper bags to simulate dens. Cut up and connected boxes for them to explore, some full of shredded newspaper. We grew parsley and carrots for the little gourmets.
They had close to ten years with us and the last six were in the freakin' kitchen.
Yeah that's right, the guy who was concerned about a cat in the kitchen has two fur balls in the damn kitchen.
Thumper was the younger of the two guys but he passed away during the night on May 3rd. Grey lived only two more days and passed away mid morning on the 5th. It was kinda strange, like an old couple when one passes, then shortly thereafter so does the other.
Now the kitchen has been cleaned up and all the boxes, cages and fur removed but there is also an empty space, in more ways than one.
I catch myself walking into the kitchen and look towards the corner to check on the bunnies...
Rest in peace little dudes..
No more pets...
