Sad news. I went out to feed Yeti this morning and found him dead.
I got him in early January 2003 from Chris when he was just 16 weeks old. A happy outcome from posting a tri-loom for sale. Chris responded but unfortunately was beaten by someone else. I recognized her name from another mailing list and struck up a rabbit conversation. The next day I was on the road to her house to pick out my bunny. I spent the whole day thinking up the perfect name for him. Yeti, the abominable snow bunny. I had had a rabbit as a kid and just loved them, so this was partly a nostalgic act. It would be heaven to have my own angora supply, so it was a spinners’ act as well.
Foremost though, it was an act to "retake my life" from state that battling infertility had put me into where everything was put on hold. I conceived the twins at the next attempt. Maybe it was the new mental state I had entered, more likely it was because I changed my medical options and went with the injectibles. Who knows. Chris and I like to think it was the whole rabbit/fertility connection.
Thank you Yeti for the twins. I’m sad your life was so short.
Goodbye dear bunny.
