Two years ago (in the early morning hours) GingerSpice passed away. It seems hard to believe its been two years.
For those who didn't know about GingerSpice - she is the first heart bunny that I lost. Fortunately, when I lost her - I had Tiny and others to keep me busy...even still - I went through a depression that shook me to the core and made me almost non-functional for months. It took Amy (Undergunfire) coming here for a visit - to help me take my head out of my rear and see what I was living like and how I was doing...and it wasn't well at all. Bless his heart - Art didn't know what to do with me - he loved me and so often wanted to "make" me see what I was doing and how I was acting...but he couldn't make me understand. However - seeing my home and my life through Amy's eyes...that is what shook me up and made me start changing.
You see - when GingerSpice was alive - she was disabled for the last few months of her life and I spent hours every day with her - sometimes just having her in her basket on my desk - sometimes hand feeding her - sometimes giving her little "butt baths" to help her not get urine scald, etc.
GingerSpice was very very shy when she was young and she HATED me as she got older. I wasn't a bunny - I was the enemy. She was Tiny's first love and she adored him.
But after she got ill and needed me - we developed a love/hate relationship. SHe loved to pee on me. I hated to leave the room without her because she was another part of me. So she lived in a basket that became "Ginger's Recliner" since she couldn't sit or stand well. I'd put her in her basket the way a bunny should set up - she'd flip herself around to be the way you'll see in the pictures below.
GingerSpice had a spirit of "I want to live" up until the last few days of her life and although her life wasn't "normal" - it was good. Her eyes would light up when I walked into the room and they'd especially light up as I'd go to pick her up because then she had an opportunity to pee on me.
We used to have a running joke - Art would hold her singing, 'Please don't pee on me" and she wouldn't - he'd hand her to me and she'd pee.
Even in her last minute of life - she peed on me one last time - and I swear - from heaven - she was smiling and going, "Gotcha mommy..".
So in memory - and in honor - of the rabbit who taught me that rabbits are people too....I present....
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GingerSpice
BINKY FREE MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL.....BINKY FREE!
Mama loves you...and she'll see you again someday.
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