BEN
Some of you who read the blog have never met little Ben. I had the privileged of being with him only twice before he went to the bridge. He struck me and stayed in my heart. He was the smallest bunny I have ever seen. Maybe that was part of it. I have figured out why he hit me so hard. His little face struggling to breathe reminded me of my dear brother Forrest who sounded just like Ben when he tried to get his breath. I struggle to keep my emotions under control when I visit Heartland but the blog is a perfect place to let them run a little. Ben was a sweet, tiny little buns whom I will miss a great deal. He reminds me of the fragility of life and the huge impact some creatures make on us. I will think of him often as I will also think of the others that have left recently, Sweet Pea and Wilma. They were special as well. All of the Heartland bunnies are special to me. Godspeed on your journey to the bridge babies.
"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened."
Anatole France
"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened."
Anatole France
posted by Christina at 12:38 AM
3 Comments:
And if not for the kind volunteers like you Christina we would not be able to give them safe refuge. Your brother Forrest was very blessed to have you by his side when he left this earth.
Sometimes it takes a special someone like Ben to remind us how quickly our life here on Earth can end. Binky on, Ben.
What a sweet and wonderful tribute to Ben and all the other bunnies who have gone over the bridge before us. Thank you, Christina!
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