Dear Vash,
I remember the dayI first saw you. I had beenemailing and callingyour breeder Charles for what seemed likeforever trying to narrow down the right rabbit. I wanted abuck and he had a handsome "little" light gray buck that he would sellme.So, after working the last of a series of 12hour shifts at the hospital, I drove 4 hours down to North Carolinawith only a handwritten set of directions to pick up my baby boy.
When I finally arrived, Charles showed me around his rabbitry and letme meet your mother. She was a big girl but so sweet anddainty acting; she begged for a nose rub from Charles. Hesaid that your father, one of his favorite show bucks, had diedsuddenly at 2 years old. Your dad had two sides to him,according to Charles -- either a perfectly behaved angel or amischievous little devil.
As he talked I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye.It was a light gray rabbit about half the size of the others and it wasracing along the front of its cage only stopping long enough to shakethe bars with its teeth. "Wow," I thought, "That rabbit is anut job. Glad I'm thats not my baby." Charleslooked up and chuckled, "See, he acts just like Joe Bob (yourdad). He just wants some attention."
He reached up and opened the cage door and gave you a good pet and youmelted under his hands contentedly. Yes, that was you,sweetie. And as I went over to pet you, I noticed your kindeyes and that you were just as unsure of me as I you.
After we got home and got settled in, I let you out to explore thehouse. You ran all over it chinning everything in sight, thenyou ran over to me and nudged me for a pet. You werehome. And this place felt like a home...
Love,
Your Mom (KJH)