Originally, this rabbit was under my daughter's roof. Due to life, they both came to temporarily live with me. I refused to let the little one leave.
|She looks so innocent here|
This was just the beginning of nearly a decade of one of the most ornery Dutchies I have ever known. Russ was an expert at stealing art supplies, taking pencils while still in my hand, running across canvases and spilling inks. My studio was her favorite room.
|She eats art supplies|
|I wasn't kidding|
Her illness was hidden. By the time she let me know it was too late.
This time, I had no choice. I had to let her leave.
Her ashes will be here tomorrow. She'll be where she belongs.