On Monday morning, our beautiful Ginny crossed the bridge. While it had seemed on Saturday like she might be rallying, on Sunday afternoon her condition deteriorated rapidly. In true Ginny fashion, one of her last bursts of action, after a feeding session, was to circle around me, flicking her feet all the way. She spent the afternoon sleeping in the sun, with Weasley by her side. Later, she moved to the kitchen litterbox, and Weasley stayed there at her side through the night. On Monday morning, as I was leaving to take my daughter to school, I told her it was OK to leave, and I told Weasley that it was time to let her go. When I came back a little later, she was gone. Weasley continued to sit with her for another hour or so.
I would like to share with you some pictures that were taken of my girl before I started blogging. Ginny was born in the basement of this house. From the very beginning, she had an amazing amount of curiosity, opinionated self-confidence, and spunk. When her siblings went off to other homes, I couldn't let her go.
|Ginny and her siblings, a few days old. The red are sisters, the white are brothers.|
|Here they are, a little older.|
|Ginny and her sisters, about 7 weeks old. To be honest, I'm not sure which one is her.|
|Ginny (in the back of the picture), with her parents Molly and Weasley.|
|Ginny getting ready to perform the Bun Concerto Number 4.|
|Weasley on left, Ginny on right, Valentine's Day.|
|Every hearth needs a bun.|
|A little privacy, please, Mom!|
|Someone left the hay bin in the kitchen open. Don't know for sure, but most likely Ginny led Weasley up here.|
This blog got it's name from Ginny's habit of textile destruction. I will never forget the sight of her covered in batting bits, as she looked up at me from the quilt she was chewing up. Her towels looked like swiss cheese.
|Nothing more beautiful.|
|Leading her father into trouble. Again.|
We almost lost Ginny a couple of times over the years. The first time was when she decided to show how much she liked getting her hair cut by biting through the cord of the electric clippers. I have no idea how she survived that. We would have lost her last June, if our new vet had not been really good with bunny teeth. Now she's gone, and our house is very quiet. Ginny's presence was much bigger than her physical size.
|Dreaming up more bunny projects.|
As for Weasley, he didn't eat so well the first day, but is doing better now. We are giving him extra love, and lots of time to sleep in the sun. And he seems to enjoy "watching" NCIS on the couch while getting his fur stroked. Please give your furry ones, bun or otherwise, a little extra love from us today.