It's a sad day for me. My rabbit, Ruby (named after my growing affection for Ruby on Rails) just died. I don't know what she died from, if anything. Just today I was playing with her and chasing her around the room. She seemed so vibrant, healthy, and playful.
I got home from an afternoon of reading where I was met by my wife who was sitting on the stairs entering the house. She had a look on her face that expressed something was wrong. I asked and she told me. I'm saddened because Ruby was raised from near infancy. I fed her with an eye dropper when her eyes were still closed. I remember the excitement Sarah and I shared with our niece when Ruby opened her eyes for the first time.
I know death is inevitable but that doesn't make it any easier to take. I love animals. My dream would be someday live on a farm where nothing would keep me from owning and keeping animals. I know it was "just a rabbit" but for some reason that isn't easing the pain right now.
