fuzz16
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I'm crying more than I thought I would. I'm hurting more than I thought it would. I have lost rabbits before, but for some reason Dalton's death hit me hard.
Dalton was always really anti-social with people. He hated being petted or held by anyone, except my daughter.
She could go up to him and pull his ears and fur and he'd lay there for awhile until she got to rough then he'd get up and move to another corner of the room.
He loved the closet. Lol. He never left it unless it was to come out to find me to tell me he was out of food or water. That was always cute, how he'd come running out of my room down the hallway and jump onto the couch whether I was even sitting down or not. Then he'd run back to my room and if I didn't follow he would sometimes poke his head around the corner until he saw me and lay down or go back to the closet to sulk. Lol...
Like I said before, he was anti-social, but every now and then he'd come out of the closet, tickle my face with his whiskers and lay plop down at the end of the bed. It was comforting having him around all the time, don't know why. He never let me pet him. And he would bite me if I didng give him cheerios when I was laying down next to him. He was a butthead...
Oh, and the best thing about him was how well he got along with everyone and everything. All he did was sleep and eat. lol. He loved being around Sara and Ess, tolerated the boys and cuddled with them, too. He even let the 6week old kitten we saved tackle him and abuse him, he would just lay there and take it.
I had Dalton for more than a year...I still remember the woman who gave him to me crying as I just held him and he started licking my arm. She was in tears, embaressed as well of it, and told me how after those 10 minutes I held him I had held and petted him longer than she had let him in the six months she had had him.
So...Love you, Dalton. You'll be remembered forever...
Dalton was always really anti-social with people. He hated being petted or held by anyone, except my daughter.
She could go up to him and pull his ears and fur and he'd lay there for awhile until she got to rough then he'd get up and move to another corner of the room.He loved the closet. Lol. He never left it unless it was to come out to find me to tell me he was out of food or water. That was always cute, how he'd come running out of my room down the hallway and jump onto the couch whether I was even sitting down or not. Then he'd run back to my room and if I didn't follow he would sometimes poke his head around the corner until he saw me and lay down or go back to the closet to sulk. Lol...
Like I said before, he was anti-social, but every now and then he'd come out of the closet, tickle my face with his whiskers and lay plop down at the end of the bed. It was comforting having him around all the time, don't know why. He never let me pet him. And he would bite me if I didng give him cheerios when I was laying down next to him. He was a butthead...
Oh, and the best thing about him was how well he got along with everyone and everything. All he did was sleep and eat. lol. He loved being around Sara and Ess, tolerated the boys and cuddled with them, too. He even let the 6week old kitten we saved tackle him and abuse him, he would just lay there and take it.
I had Dalton for more than a year...I still remember the woman who gave him to me crying as I just held him and he started licking my arm. She was in tears, embaressed as well of it, and told me how after those 10 minutes I held him I had held and petted him longer than she had let him in the six months she had had him.
So...Love you, Dalton. You'll be remembered forever...
