just to :threadhijacked:a little more. . .
yeah bassetluv, we were blessed to have them.
herman did discover the inside of the toilet a few times. . . the first i remember so well, my roommate and i were watching a movie, and i had by mistake left the bathroom door open. all the sudden we hear all this noise from the bathroom, loud thumps, and bumps, and splash, and scurry. i get up to see what trouble herman had gotten into know to find him sitting on the floor, soaking wet, looking a little more then mildly irritated. i couldn't stop laughing while i cleaned him up. . . too funny.
when raph died, i felt your pain, i remember giving herman a hug, and being thankfull he was still there for me. i remember crying for you and for raph, and wishing herman and i could have been there to give you a hug and offer comfort. i think that english lops, to generalize a breed, touch their owners in such a way that only and english lop owner can understand. i really hate to make it sound like a breed is so different from other breeds, but they are. i also remember losing herman, and getting your message, and feeling comfort from it (i don't know if i ever told you that). our boys were special, and i will never forget either of them.
there does seem to be a few more english lops around here these days. and i am happy knowing that other people will get to enjoy the breed that i love. i enjoy looking at yofi updates, even though they hurt sometimes. i guess that my heart still majorly hurts from the death of my boy. i am yet to put his photos back up on my walls, or the countless artwork of him that i drew on those night i was feeling low. i rarely tell stories of him still, and often find tears stinging my eyes when i do.
but whenever i do start to cry, or feel unbelievable sad, i just remember what a goof-ball he was. tripping over his ears, begging for craisins, always looking for trouble, and somehow finding a way out of a scolding when i caught him in the act with a look of "come on mom, just give me a kiss, how could you be mad at me when i offer only you my bunny kisses". i remember his love for winnie, and them dead bunny flopped together. i remember those hard night for me, and laying in bed with him cuddled up to me and feeling like it would be okay because i had him there, and if nothing else, i knew that he loved me so unconditionally.
gosh darn it, now i am crying again. . .
okay, i will let ya'll get back to the thread now
