In the past two weeks we’ve lost six kids, Marla (one of our favorite nanny goats), and our very good dog Jack. And now Tobi.
When Cherie got home from church yesterday she found Tobi dead.
Tobi was our daughter Peyton’s pet rabbit. He’s been living with us for a long time. Over the years I’ve seen many children squeal with delight upon meeting Tobi and many have held and loved on him. For children, playing with Tobi has always been a highlight of visits to our house.
Having to deal with all this death has been hard on Cherie, particularly since she’s been alone most of the time. But she has been awesome. Her medical intervention with Esmeralda and Layla surely saved their lives and when she acted to pull a dead kid from Missy she saved the life of that dying but now happy and healthy goat. Bravo to the former city girl, now queen of the farm!
But I am sad that she has had to bear the loss of yet another animal.
When we lived in Florida we would let Tobi hop around in our screened pool area. Then one day he vanished. We realized that he must have escaped under the fence and we searched the neighborhood for him. But he was nowhere to be found. Of course he had never lived in the wild, and I was certain that he had met some violent death. But a few days later Cherie found him happy and healthy in our next door neighbor’s back yard. And he went on to live many more years.
But my fondest memories of Tobi are of seeing him in the arms of our very joyful little girl. Peyton worked very hard to meet every difficult academic requirement I imposed as a prerequisite to getting him (she and Cherie rescued him from the animal shelter in Tampa), and she cheerfully accepted all responsibility for Tobi’s care and maintenance. That little girl is now a freshman in college and I am sure this loss will be painful for her. But Tobi brought her a lot of happiness over the years, and that’s what I’ll choose to set my mind upon today.