The Sorry Saga of the Largomorphs

Last Friday was a black black day in the B household.

For it came to pass that our rabbits all succumbed to a terrible illness and had to be dispatched to the great rabbit warren in the sky.

When we returned from the road trip 2 weeks ago, the rabbits had a pinkish tinge around the rims of their eyes. As the days passed the pinkish tinge turned reddish and then swollenish. And their little noses and mouths were getting swollen too. One of the rabbits - Pixie, our first rabbit - hadn't been seen for a while... she had been lurking in the sleeping enclousure. However Miss H had become concerned, and decided to check it out. Poor Pixie was not in a good way.

So we researched the symptoms, and discovered they had been infected with a mosquito-borne virus.

Which wasn't malaria.

If I wasn't so terribly distraught, then I would probably be able to enjoy the irony.

But I am, so I can't.

Vale Pixie, Snowy, Wombat, Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore...
One could not have more sociable, quirky pets as you - enjoy gambolling in the meadows in the sky...

... and so ends the saga of the rabbits. For the time being at least.

Life is Good: Reason #539

Moments which make you realise that life is full of sunshine and puppies (when you know what to look for)...

This morning I went downstairs to check on the sole remaining rabbit baby(cub? kitten? cherub?) - it's now 10 days old and is a gorgeous little thing, ever gradually growing the softest fur with the cutest little ears. It still hasn't opened it's eyes, and I suspect that Pixie (the mother) has been feeding it slightly more than the once-a-day Professor Google told us to expect, because it's a becoming quite a little roly-poly rabbit... As it now befurred it can be handled and so it was snuffling around in my hand when I became aware of a warm wetness dribbling between my fingers... it piddled on me! And got put back in the nest quick smart.

Of course Miss H thinks this is The Single Funniest Thing that has ever happened...

Misses O and I were also quite amused and have been telling anyone who will listen that Mummy's hand is a toilet! A rabbit toilet! I love 3 year old logic.

And I realise that this post would probably be more at home on WDTAOK, but I posted photos of the Wet Weekend on there this morning so it will have to languish here.

Oh! And I just remembered...

Yesterday sitemeter recorded the 15000th visitor to this humble blog... and amazingly it was that most lovely of bloggers - Miss Gigglewick! Thank Goodness it wasn't a freaky lurker type...

wOOt etc...