Kind of a tough weekend as this past Saturday we had the remaining member of the “Beastie Boys”, my sister-in-law’s rabbit Floppy (he’s the one on the right), put down. He had taken ill earlier in the week and had been left disabled and blind, so we did the right thing for him. While Tam had named him Floppy, he had come to known as Sherman because he had a very dominating personality, sort of like a Sherman tank.

Floppy was an awesome rabbit. While his departed mate Cookie (the one on the left) was quiet, yet mischievous, Floppy hid nothing – he was what he was and he glorified in it. He hated having to do his business in litter, to the point where he’d physically scoop it out of the box. And do it over and over again to the point of monotony. While he loved Tam’s attention he really couldn’t be bothered with the attentions or affections of anyone else. After Cookie left us he enjoyed the company of Tam’s other rabbit Butterscotch, but I think he really saw his role in the world as making himself comfortable and happy first and foremost. I wouldn’t call him affectionate. I wouldn’t call him unaffectionate. He was just Sherm. He loved to eat. He loved to throw litter around. And more than anything else I think he loved knowing that Tam adored him.

Floppy and Cookie were with Tam during the toughest times in her life. When everything else seemed to be falling apart around her, the “Beastie Boys” were a constant source of joy and affection. When I was called upon to rescue her from her situation in Florida, we didn’t leave until the Beastie Boys were snuck out while her a$$hole ex-husband’s back was turned. And all the way on that drive from Florida to Arizona the Beastie Boys sucked it up. Because they knew Tam was counting on them to.

Rest in peace, Floppy. You were a great rabbit – truly one of a kind. You were loved and your owner misses you dearly.