In the night of 22 to 23 March 2006, Flokkie, rabbit, housemate and friend, passed away. While the exact cause of death remains unsure, we found him in the pond on the morning of Thursday the 23rd. The theories are wild, from a sudden spasm which made him fall in while having a drink, to a suicidal jump in the pond, to murder by JW, who would then have pushed him in while drinking. One thing is certain. The sight of the poor rabbit with all the ice still on him was not a pretty one.
After having breakfast and complaints about the album Low by David Bowie I put on quite loudly (tracks like Warszawa are on the sad side), we decided to create a nice grave for Flokkie. This is a picture from the funeral procession we did to the grave.
Stefan gave a speech on the life of the rabbit, expressing our deepest feelings.
I gave a speech as well.
But the emotion overcame me. 😉
One by one we threw a hand of sand on the coffin (carton). Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (we actually say “dust you were and dust you shall be”).
The grave in its finished from was certainly all a rabbit could ever wish in a grave.
The closeup shows that we didn’t know his date of birth. His age was estimated at 9 or 10 years if I’m not mistaken.
For a few more pictures and higher resolution, check the folder dedicated to Flokkie’s burial on our flatsite.
I removed two pictures. It wasn’t really my idea in the first place (although I took them) and a few MSN conversations convinced me that including them was wrong in the first place.