Thursday, September 10, 2015

11 Years

Been thinking about my mom a lot lately. Today, 9/10, would have  been her birthday. 

I guess it's normal that these milestones bring to mind ghosts from the past to haunt us and make us reflect on relationships. 

She had a hard time accepting a gay son & an even harder time when I met a man with whom I wanted to spend my life. She grew to accept him, but I'm not sure it was much more than acceptance. 

Acceptance; hell, her mere acceptance applies to both of us during the first 15 years with Hubby.

But that began to change when I stayed with her in the hospital during her last few weeks. I think she grew a little fonder of Hubby during that time. 

He came to her bedside several times a day and always brightened the room. He'd flirt with her and joke around always bringing a smile to her face. 

I think she saw how much I depended on him to be my rock as she depended on my sister and me to be hers. 

I don't know where I'm going with this. It's just ramblings but somehow it helps to exorcise this spirit. 

I miss her. Eleven years after her passing and I miss her still.

Sunday, June 7, 2015


Linc Rabbit loves craisins. He's learned the sound of the bag opening and goes running for his treat every time he hears it.

He watched his human go to pantry and grab the bag from a lower shelf. He knew that he could easily reach that shelf. One short hop and the craisin bag would be his. 

He'd already mastered plastic bags. A few quick bites with his razor sharp front teeth tore a big hole in the bunny pellet bag. The craisin bag would be similar. 

But the human never left that door open long. Try as he might, he couldn't figure out doors.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

My Bunny Boy

Linc is my male Flemish Giant rabbit & he's super affectionate. He loves to be rubbed & to snuggle with me if I get on the floor with him. 

We have a female but she doesn't like to cuddle as much as Linc.