Raspberry,I know you asked, and it was awfully kind of you to do so,but I hope the length of these posts doesn't make you wish youhadn't. Itend to get wound upsoabout him because he was such a special rabbit.
Maxwell came to us September of 2001. Our doe, Mitzie, hadbeen widowed by our first rabbit, Montie'sdeath. I placed an add for an adult Dutch buck on anotherforum. A breeder contacted me and indicated she had such abuck, who was three years old.
The buck had won two show legs initially, after which he developedseveral small "freckles" on his nose, therefore disqualifying him fromever showing again.He was quite well marked andhandsome, consequently, hehad been used for studfor much of the time since then.
As perher past practice, however, she should have been wellrid of him by the age of three, but he was such a lovablebunny, she said she kept him on well beyond the point he was earninghis keep. She had just resolved to send him to auction, wherehe probably would've ended up as meat, when she saw myrequest. She thought all three of us might be accommodated byour making a deal. She'd lose an economic drain on herresources, we'd get the buck we were looking for, and the bun wouldmost definitely survive.
She was from Maryland and we're from New Jersey, so we met at a reststop on I95 in Delaware and consummated what must have almost appearedas a drug deal in the lobby of the food court! The rabbit,with pedigree and legs(awards) was ours.
We named him Maxwell, or Maxie, because all of our rabbits customarilyhave or have had names beginning with an "M" and ending with"ie,"(other than Calbert, another story) as in Montie, Millie, Mollie,Moolie, Maizie, Mitzie, Mickie, Missy(my wife insisted the "y" beslipped in).
Maxie was exactly as his breeder described him. He was anabsolute love right from the git-go! He couldn't dispenseenough kisses, no matter what I was doing to him, and that is even withhim being "a momma's boy, " when it came to him loving mywife. Not a mean bone in his body. Bonded with thewidow Mitzie, yet, loved us just as much.
I sometimes carry a bun or two around in a "front pack" to fleamarkets, craft fairs, yard sales, antique shoppes and thelike. Maxie would spend hours perched there, with his littlehead peeking out and front pawshooked over theedge. I made him his own little straw fedora hat with leatherhat band because people worried about him in the sun.Mrs.Buck would sometimes lose patience with us because Maxie andI rarely could walk more than 20 feet without somone stoppingus and oohing and ahhing over the "beautiful bunny!" Hebecame a spokesbunny for rabbit fancying and elicited so much nostalgiafrom so many people who had owned their own rabbits at one time oranother. He even became a hail fellow well met at the localVFW post, where he was a welcomed guestandwomenvied to hold and pet him.
He was all that! I never feared he would bitesomeone. He just accepted and basked in the attention and wasalways ready for more. He rode up on the engine cover hump ofour full sized van that I carpeted for him and I always carried acomfort station cage in the back for him equipped with food, hay,water, and litter box. He was a travelling class act!
He was, and remains, the BEST bunny we have ever had. I gotso used to telling people, when they stopped Maxie and me, that rabbitslived to be 5-10 years old on the average,that Maxie trulysurprised us by crossing the Rainbow Bridge at the short side of thatstatistic at the age of six.
Afterward, I posted the following on another forum I frequented in aneffort to process exactly what had happened.I havetaken the liberty to copy it and post it here because I don't think Ican go through it properly to edit it down without rekindlingsomeupsetting memories.
For some reason, I could not post it here and I had to duplicate it as another post below....