I thought I would share some pictures with you of earlier, happier, times. Weasley came to us in the Summer of 2003 when he was a year old, from a farm called The Fuchsia Fleece. It was Sarah, the former Pittsburgher, now the Southerner, who picked him out. She always said that if he had been a person, she would have married him.These two pictures show him in the hotel room, the first night he was ours. He had been named Matthew, and we always joked that it should have been "Matt". He matted up faster than any of our other buns. All you had to do was look at him, and think the word, and he would be matted!
|Look how bright and shiny his eyes were!|
I had just decided that I didn't want to breed rabbits after all, and someone left the cage door open. Ooops! Our sweet Ginny was the result. For awhile they were all happy together. Eventually Molly decided she wanted to be elsewhere, so it became just Ginny and Weasley.
Weasley was a prodigious eater, as you may have noticed.
But his favorite thing was couch cuddling, especially after Ginny crossed the Bridge. He loved to be held, for as long as you would hold him. We've never had another rabbit like him.
|With the Curly One|
And dust pans. How's this for a dust bunny?
He loved to be in the sun, no matter how hot it was. But you know that already. You've seen plenty of pictures of him sleeping in the sun. Here's one more.
He also liked to sleep inside vacuum cleaner coils, especially with Ginny along side.
Actually, stretching out next to Ginny may have been his favorite thing of all.
|Weasley is in back.|
She was amazingly curious, and he would go along for the ride. It cost him a toenail one day, when he followed her down the basement stairs. He fell, and in trying to hold on, he pulled out a toenail. It never grew back.
The hay bin in the kitchen was a frequent target, whether someone had left it open,
|Ginny on the left, Weasley on the right|
One of their favorite cuddle places was this old brown chair, which is next to our computer.
|Weasley in front|
The last couple years have been hard on the Old Man, and I know he has missed Ginny. I imagine they are together now, both healed, sleeping in the sun, eating tasty greens, and cuddling. Ginny is probably leading Weasley into trouble, and he is loving it.
Goodbye, my Sweet Bunny Man. We love you deeply, and will miss you until we are together again. For now, see clearly, and hop well.