In loving memory

Ranger Lau
(1994?-2005)
He was my bunny, my comrade, my friend. My furball in times of trouble, my counsellor in times of doubt. There will never be a bunny that was a better listener. At least not for me. We had our differences, but at the end of the day, we belonged to each other- bunny to human, human to bunny.

I didn't even get to say goodbye. He died two days before I got back from England. My mom said he hadn't been eating for a day. The next time she went to feed him, he was just lying there at the bottom of his cage. She offered him a strawberry- his favorite next to carrot tops- but it was too late.

They waited till I got back to tell me. Karen broke it to me gently over dinner and I pretended not to take it too badly. Secretly, I knew right the minute she started talking.

I believe I almost convinced myself I would be Ok. Silly me. I got home and saw the empty cage and had to excuse myself to my room. And here I am now, snivelling like an idiot. I never thought I'd take it so hard.

I should have known. The vet said he was 10 years old when I adopted him. Bunnies don't live forever. He wasn't just a bunny though. He was MY bunny. Whatever hard times I had in Saskatoon, he was with me all the way. It's hard to imagine living on my own next year without him. And I was so excited that I'd finally gotten an apartment big enough for him to really run around in.

Oh Ranger.

At least I know he had a good year with me. At least I know that at one point in his bunny life, some one cared about him. At least I know he got the good grapes while I ate all the mushy ones.

Good bye Ranger. You will be missed, you rambunctious little furball.

Damn it. I feel miserable. Goodness only knows what I'll be like when Jaws goes.

Must go to bed now. Long day.