Remington was a very special bun, he had his problems and never really liked to be held-as I have many shirts he chewed up on the collar.

He loved to sit on back of the couch and look through window and in the summer he enjoyed the fresh breezes. He had a bad left eye-we would have to roll back the lower lid, his lashes would irritate his eye as they rolled under-he knew what we were doing for him and always sat still.

He was perfect to us even though he had white toe nails he was our Show Bunny-but after catching many colds-his little system just could not get over the last one. 5 3/4 years he was with us--seems like yesterday-we still miss him dearly. He was such a good boy-his blue/grey coat of fur thick and soft. He and his brother Colt helped change the mind of my hubby--who now will only allow bunnies in the house. When Remmy passed it was a very sad day--hubby insisted on helping pick out another one. Hubby was the first to hold you and mummy held your little body as your soul had left it. Your time with us did not seem long enough-but you taught us soo much. Thank you Remington, thank you so much for coming into our lives - showing and teaching us so much. We miss you.

Tuxedo

Echo

Echo and Sneaker, pictured here with their good friend Dudley

Sneaker

Dudley again, with bridge bunnies and friends, Echo and Tux

Echo was my 2nd rabbit and 2nd to go. She suddenly stopped eating and was urinating a lot. Gave her Oxbow Critical Care and was better for about a week, then suddenly died on 2/12/06. She had issues, I think she was deaf and had a bad eye. She was over 8yrs. I was shocked to see her go.

Tuxedo was my 4th rabbit and the 3rd to go. This was an unecessary death! She was only 3 and very healthy. One day I noticed an abscess under her chin. The vet said he was rabbit savvy. The surgery went well and was healing fine, the recovery failed disastrously! He administered AMOXICILLIN not 1ce, but 2ce after I told him my concerns of this antibiotic and would prefer BAYTRIL. She was good/bad for 2 wks. I couldn't get the good flora back. She screamed and died in my arms on the way to an ER. She died the same night Sneaker died, 1 yr later. 4/19/06.

I know this is a memorial, but is for Dudley. Dudley, he is my first, favorite and the eldest of all my rabbits. He is the one who got me addicted. I adopted him as an adult from a feed store, don't know anything about his background, had him for almost 10 yrs and made 2 cross-country moves with him. He is my best friend, never thought he would outlive the others. I worry our time together is short. I feel so sorry for him, he has changed considerably and appears so lonely. Sorry, but I felt he needed to tribute his own little family! We both have had a very sad year. We miss our 3 little buddies!

P.S. her brothers and sisters miss her more then all of my bunnies.

Starlight

Starlight was my most loved bunny, and I do not know what I would do without her, but sadly, Jan/10/04 she passed on but she is hopping in the great wheat field at last happy and with her family.

He was a very sweet bunny, I called him bun-bun for short and he was my baby... I had him for 4 years and he was always with me. He got sick last summer and I nursed him through it, but unfortunately this time I could not save him no matter how much vet care and love I gave him. He is sadly missed!! Jackson my 1 year old Rex misses her best friend very much too! Here is a pic of Jameson! I hope wherever he is, his pain is gone and he's happy and with his family and friends!! I love ya buddy bunches & bunches!

My freshman year of high school, disaster struck, Mom had gone to pick me up from a band fundraiser and we came back to firetrucks in the front yard. The house was ok, except for the living room and kitchen and once we were found to be out of the house, the friend of my brother's that had called the fire department told the firemen (friends of my father's) "There is a rabbit and birds in there!" The birds (Two goldfinches and three parakeets) were dead, but Rick Hall pulled out a gasping Hannah, whom I promptly wrapped in a blanket and cuddled. We couldn't get her to the vet with all the commotion and he told me what to do. When we got to my grandmother's, I rubbed her nose with Vick's and even gave her some mouth to mouth to ease her breathing. (I had been in vet science 4-H)

Mom said she prayed so hard for that little bunny to survive the night because we had been taking the fire so well because she was still alive. And the next morning, there she was, alive, breathing well and all the more precious. She got absolutely fat staying for those two weeks with my grandma and got her name added on to so that she was now Hannah Louise. (My grandma can't stand ANYTHING without a middle name)

Hannah was going out every summer in a secure (what we thought at the time) cage because she didn't do well with air conditioning. She'd done this for two years but one night when Mom came home, the cage was flung open and we never saw our precious Hannah again. But here is a memorial to her and for the fact that we have another now, not as affectionate, but as well loved.

Puppy was quite simply the cutest bunny that ever lived. She had a smooshy face that just looked adorable when she looked up at you with that "so what are YOU lookin at" face. She definitely had her own personality, and didn't really like all that much human attention. But she provided more than her share of "classic moments" that sent her human watchers into fits of laughter. And she was trying to be SERIOUS!

Ever the independent, sassy female, it was a shocking blow when her health degraded. Losing her eyesight to cataracts and even having one removed due to a ripped cornea, she hung on like the incredibly strong trooper that she was. She was still beautiful, even with her little pirate eye. But we could tell that she wasn't as confident. After her surgery, she had to be kept separate from her beloved boy Chowee, to protect the wound. She never got to snuggle with her Chowee again, as she passed away 2 weeks later. It was completely devastating, especially considering how she had been improving. It is still very difficult to think about even now. Being with her when she passed, I will never forget that moment, and still cannot recall it without tears.

We love you little Puppy. Rest in peace... we know you'll keep all those other Bridge Bunnies in line til your Chowee comes to meet you.

The first month she was with me was chaos. She did $800 damage to my carpet by peeing and eating it and numerous scars on my hands and arms. She refused to get out of her cage and constantly tipped over her food dish. My father told me to get rid of her but I put up a fight to have her and I wasn't going to give her up so easy. She stayed even though my mom didn't like the sight of my scars.

The second month I had her, she was more pleasant. She began to stop peeing out side her cage and she stopped eating the corners of the carpet when I covered them up. I began to call her just Bunny after that because Scarleto Bunn Bunn really doesn't roll off the tongue. I played music for her and we had lots of fun dancing (she danced in her own bunny way.) I got to practice speaking Spanish with her so I didn't fail my Spanish class (Te amo, mi conejo). She listened when I spoke to her and licked the tears off my face when I cried. She was a perfect model when I got bored and decided to draw random things.

Anyway, I'm in boarding school this year and my Baby Bo couldn't come with me. I called everyone I knew and nobody would take her for the school year. I thought she would have to be euthanasia or worse, put in a shelter. At the last minute though, my mother's college said she would take her because her father breeds rabbits. I was relieved in every way.

I'm happy. Bunny has many males to hump and the people are really nice. I wish she was here and I miss her bunches. I'll miss her licking me and dancing with me and eating my pen and paper as I wrote. I miss watching her tip over her food bowl and hopping around on my back when I was laying down. Au revoir Baby Bo! May life prove its' worth.