I lost my cuddly German angora today. The noise of the fireworks all around in the city last night was too much for her, she must have had thoroughly lost it and threw herself around the cage trying to get away from it because I found her this morning with a broken back. I had time to comfort her and was on the phone with the vet when she died. She’s been buried in the back yard and I’ve since contacted the breeder to locate another rabbit so the French I have left isn’t all alone out there. It looks like she has some lovely juvenile blues available.
I was a lot more shaken up then I expected. I don’t do well with emotional junk and avoid it where I can because it gets me all weepy, so I think I come off as a bit cold in real life. But I do have a tender heart and love me some critters. Still, as one of my homesteading friends reminded me, that’s how it goes on the farm…even a mini one like mine.
RIP Snowball.












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