Life is fleeting

"Life is fleeting. All that separates us from death is a single heartbeat or breath."
Said one of the General Authorities at yesterday's afternoon conference.

And it is. Our poor bunny was kid handled to death yesterday. Somehow she ended up in Clay's hands, after being handled by Galen and Ian some too. This weekend she barely had a chance to be in cage, she was handled so much, which it tough on something as fragile as a small rabbit. I rescued her and put her on my desk, where she had to prodded to go behind the computer (one of the safer retreats). But alass the effort was too little and she died in her cage sometime yesterday evening.

I was saddened, but deeply grateful that it wasn't Ian's life whom slipped away quietly as he slept. Ian tried to stand on a basketball yesterday and the smack of his head hitting the floor was quite loud. He has a goose egg about the size of a XL hen's egg on the back of his head. We could have just as easily have lost our Ian in that instant or in the hours following.

Clay, of course, has no comprehension, of the loss of our bunny. And it is Galen and Ian we must impress it upon, so they understand the fragile nature of life, and the value in it.