Bailey

My Bailey was a special little girl. She was an earth mother; never met a rabbit she didn't immediately want to smooch with, groom, and snuggle with. Her love for her sister, Miss Pickles, was unconditional; even when Pickles would jump on her tummy or pick at her fur, Bailey always radiated love. She hated being groomed but adored food and would stand up on her back legs and beg for treats. Her espressive eyes and calm demeanor made her a treasure that I was blessed to have held for seven wonderful years. I know that she is watching over her sissy and is keeping Dust Bunny warm and groomed. I miss her terribly.

Her mommy, Karen

Buster Deanes

"I'm With You Always"

Look for me not here, for I have flown away
My body grew weak, and here I could not stay
But my spirit lives, although you cannot see
It continues on, the essence that is me
For, you must recall, what is loved never dies
In the bright sun see the sparkle of my eyes
In sun-kissed grass feel my silky-soft, warm fur;
Feel my gentle breaths when summer breezes stir
A soft rose petal - just like my velvet nose;
A pussy-willow - just like my plushy toes
Fuzzy dandelions are like my tail of fluff
Open your senses - you'll know me soon enough
My whiskers' tickle, the grass on your bare feet
My hind feet thumping in Earth's own rhythmic beat
A leaf on your face, the soft tips of my ears..
Just pay attention - look! hear! feel! through your tears
Always in your heart, and ever in your mind -
You needn't look far - would I leave you behind?

Author Unknown