Hannah went to the fair with her friends last night. Whereas I, the animal whisperer, could be content to spend the entire time in the barn with the sheep, Hannah’s a bit more…crazy. They went on every twisty-turny-hurl-inducing ride they could find, and then went back on them again and again. She had a blast, and having come down from a massive cotton candy high, she’s still sleeping at 10 o’clock in the morning. Hurrah for the fair.
Mom and Dad went out to dinner and a movie. Dinner was great but the film wasn’t so much, which is too bad. Stephen and I, the only ones left at home, stayed in for our dinner and a movie. Cherry tomatoes and marinated feta cheese to start, then steak tips over Caesar salad with drinks on the side, and ice cream sundaes for dessert. ‘Cause we know how to live it up. We decided to watch Sweeney Todd, which was surprisingly non-annoying for a musical. Just bloody. Very, very, very bloody.
And then we had a rabbit funeral.
Rex had been very sick all day yesterday, with the symptoms of heart failure, so all I could do was keep him as comfortable as possible. He didn’t struggle, didn’t suffer. He just faded away, as peacefully as I could have hoped for. He’s lived with us for almost ten years, a cage-free bunny and self-elected ruler of the bedroom. He was fiercely independent, always active and very happy. The house really isn’t the same without him.
It was just the two of us there, Stephen and I. We wrapped Rex in a blanket and laid him in the ground with his favorite stuffed dog, Peter. The eulogy was brief: “He was an amazing rabbit.”
Yes, he was.
Rex was laid next to his mate, Peanut. He had made it almost one year without her. Stephen covered the grave and set up a small rock as a makeshift headstone. So that was our night. And, really, I’d be okay if today was somewhat less eventful.
