Sam

Our bunny Sam died this morning. He has had chronic health issues, and neurological damage in one of his legs. tutordennis, threetimes and I know it was the best decision for Sam, but it's so hard to say goodbye.

I called B to tell him. "Thank you. Goodbye." *click* Why is he doing this? Does it make him feel better to have become such a monster? I know I hurt him, but Sam certainly didn't. And whatever B's convinced himself about me, does that obviate the fact that he and I spent a third of our lives together happily?

I don't understand. I don't understand at all.

Voluptas e difficilli data dulcissima est.

threetimes penned what I think is one of the most resonant eulogies that we could offer up for Sam. You may read it here, and here you'll find a photo of Sam and his bonded companion, our kitty Spencer.

The landlady walk-through yesterday went well; she ascertained that we hadn't burned the house to the ground or anything, and she liked the landscaping we've done. Geo and I took all of the bunnies for a bonding ride in the back of the Jimmy, and managed to bond Nina with the gruesome foursome (Henry, Chana, Naomi and Porcini); it's amazing how a bumpy trip and the indignity of having one's nails trimmed will make bunns forget their petty differences. However, Noa was too truculent, so she's still a solo. We finally had the old Honda towed, so we now have a two-car driveway again. I'm halfway through my second Christopher Moore title (probably the last of my summer reading), Fluke.

Now, with our tummies full of pasta, polenta, and wine, we're off to watch 1776. I think a quiet, snuggly evening at home sounds just right.