I wanted to share something I feel is very special about my rabbitry. It is not how it is constructed or how many of my rabbits are Grand Champions. Like most others, my rabbitry has suffered unexpected losses; it gets messy in between cleanings; and there have been disappointing breeding outcomes—although I still learned something important from them. There are days when I feel it is too cold, too wet, and too hot or that I feel too tired, achy, or truly in pain to want to go out to feed, water, clean, carry 40 to 50 pounds bags of feed, move hay bales, carry water in gallon jugs, or painstakingly measure out supplements. I have nursed rabbits that would have surely died had I not intervened and was cautiously thankful as I watched some improve, and I have cried with the few dying in my lap as I realized they were too far gone to be saved. Being a rabbit keeper is a life of love, tragedy, births, deaths, enjoyment, sorrow, and lots of soil-enriching bunny berries (poop)—and in my case