I guess there is some sort of sign to this. I figured it out late last night. Everybody who knew Polar Bear and his love for smell. He loved things that smelt good. I ate a Nutri-grain bar and ran up to my lips and bit them. He tried chewing my friend ship bracelets and dug at my shirt. He loved the sense of smell. He'd always be the one to stop and smell the flowers, I told everyone.
Last night I was thinking... how it relates. I think his passing was a sign, not to take life for granted. I wish he wouldn't have left, he was too young. I miss him already, typing, I get teary eyed.
It's been a looong time since I've been upset over the loss of a baby bunny. He was special, truly was something out of this world.
I wish I had a good picture of him. I'm going to upload the video I have of him though soon.
Abby had 2 DOA along with 2 of my Californian babies have died. I'm down to 5. I've fostered them to Kitty, I hope she accepts them. They looked fed this morning. Crossing fingers.
The good news is the Thumperhill's Ammadon is not sterile!!! Erb's Ariel kindled 4 healthy babies sired by Ammadon yesterday. I'm so happy! :) The last 6 or so times I've bred him, nothing. I'm pretty stoked! :P
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