Death Lessons

Friday morning found me rapping a crowbar against the cinder block wall that divides the property lines around my house. I grinded my teeth while I forced down my desire to hop the fence and bludgeon to death the stray dogs that killed our rabbits.

The day before we discovered that the rabbits had tunneled there way out of the garden, something that I didn't think was possible, there were too many walls and bricks and, well I just couldn't imagine that as a possibility. It was. And our not-so-little-Houdini rabbits managed it, much to there chagrin.

They have escaped before and we would collect them in the morning. But on this particular morn, I noticed a couple of stray dogs bounding about the semi-vacant lots that border our house. I knew that was not good. I knew instinctively that our rabbits weren't coming home.

We had to bolt off to prior commitments. On our return, I found one of the rabbits tossed off like a stuffed animal in the neighbors yard. The other is MIA, but I did not hold our much hope.

So today, the day after as it were, we put things in order.

Skye is dealing with it stoically as is her nature.

I am reading much into it. I can't say whether I am reading more into it than is deserved or whether I am using their deaths as a jumping off point.



I reread part of this blog with a day or two of separation and decided to delete...

Let me put it this way, rather than throwing off the backpack as heavy and uncomfortable as it may be, I am tightening up the straps, shifting the load a bit and pushing forward. Trying to learn some lessons along the way, but not beating myself up too much. Looking to make their deaths a source of insight and inspiration, strengthened by their living memories not saddened by their deaths.

So that said, good bye sweet bunnies, Rest In Peace.