My sister recently got a little baby bunny. She or my niece, Gloria, named it "Poka"... for which i did not see fit. SO! i dubbed the adorable little fluff ball "FooFoo" because:
1) its fun to say
2) its cute
3) I FRIKKIN' SAID SO!!
..my sister decided to bring the creature with her whilst she visited us this weekend. she brought it in a cardboard box with paper shreddings and a baggie of rabbit food. just last night i was up in my room playing with the little monster. feeding it specially sliced carrots, letting it stretch its legs and hop around on my bed. i even nicknamed it "Twitch" because it kept exploding into these fits of what i asume is energy bursts.. or something. it even figured out how to jump out of its box. anywho.. all was fantastic...
unil this morning.
i remember my sister saying she thought the poor little thing's nose was bleeding and it could be dying. turns out my (four year old) nephew and my neice snuck it out of the bathroom (we put its box in the bathtub so that it wouldn't jump out and get lost in the house, somewhere), brought it into his room and sometime after that decided to hit it over the head with a Lincoln Log.
i do not think he was aware of the consequences of his actions.. he carried FooFoo to my sister and seemed sympathetic about the fact that it's nose was bleeding.
SO!...i was inbetween consciousness and dreamland... and possibley autism (but that's another story). i had trouble waking up due to the muscle relaxer my sis gave me the previous night. about 30 minutes later i became coherant enough and motivated to think about what she had said earlier and go investigate the situation.
i walk downstairs to see my sister holding little FooFoo as he/she gasped for breath.
my brother used to have a nanday conure that would fly into the window and exhibit such behaviour, so i was not alarmed. i thought it would come around and everything would be fine.
no, this was not true. evidently birds and rabbits are not the same (what?!??!). Larisa (my sister, duh.) said "i think its dying!" just as it started bleeding a little more from its nose and mouth. the gasping stopped. FooFoo became still.
she was only two weeks old.
she will be missed.
she will be missed.
the funeral will be tomorrow, due to conflicting schedules.
RIP little FooFoo. <3
On another note:
We went to a goodbye dinner (?) at Papadeaux. my brother Josh is moving to texas on the 16th, so we all wanted to get together again one last time till god know's when. it was nice. its always good fun when my brothers are around. they have the sense of humor that i've come to look for in people. my time is only worth being spent on people who can make me laugh.
i have reached mental constipation. i have nothing left to say.
blah.
