My beautiful angora buck Marble passed away quietly this morning. He was eight years old, a venerable age for a rabbit. I will miss his silly brand of bunny humor, his friendly ways and his thick, lustrous coat of fiber. I held him in my hand the day he was born, a tiny, warm, pink bundle.
He had been slowing down for the past few weeks and I suspected the end was nearing. Over a year ago I felt some tumorous nodules on him and it is likely cancer got him in the end, as it does many rabbits. Nature designed rabbits as prey animals who survive in the wild for just one to three years. They were not intended to last long enough for cancer to grow. As they age they are prone to tumors.
Marble spent yesterday outside enjoying a fine May day, eating grass and dozing in the sun. That is the sort of day he deserved. He was a wonderful rabbit and an excellent buck, producing several superb litters of fawns. His last litter is just a month old now, the nicest little bunnies anyone could want. I plan to keep several of his babies. His legacy will live on.