Cassa chose me on 9/9/00. I’ll always be grateful he did. He taught me to love bunnies and to open my heart to those that need a good home.
If I had done the choosing I probably would have come home with the grey/tan Lop I had been holding when Cassa corrected me. I was admiring this beautiful bunny when I heard a small tap on the glass. (It was supposed to be a thump but a 1 lb bunny didn’t make much noise.) I looked down into Cassa’s eyes and he pretty much said “Hay lady why are you holding that bunny you belong to ME.”
The other bunny was prettier (although I’d never said that around him) but there was something in his eyes that told me I was holding the wrong rabbit.
We had a short walk along life’s road together. He only lived to be 18 months old. During that time he was ill several times but I never expected to lose him this soon.
I named him Cassa
which meant dark and sweet.
He lived up to his name.
Even last night as he was waiting for the black rabbit to come for him he took a moment to give me a little kiss. That’s just like the Cassa I knew and loved. Even when he was in pain he wanted to make me feel better. He was a special little boy.
He will be missed
by many folks and rabbits..
none more then his room mates
Casper and Andvari.
Cassa go play in the meadows.
We’ll see you again someday.
Christina
| Cassa |
| 21, March 2002 |
| Christina |