Dear folks and friends,Being at Rex's going-away service was such a moving experience for me. I was his next-door neighbor to the west, so I chatted with him over the back fence and often at the front driveway when he was struggling with his ole "beater", as he called it. He used to sit in a lawn chair by the back garage and pet "Butter," his beloved old dog and smoke way into the night. She never did get used to me trying to feed her scraps over the fence. Rex was not too tough to admit he was very sad when she died. I won't forget the first night when he moved in. Apparently the water was not on yet, so he came knocking on my door after dark, asking to use my hose. I was so glad to get acquainted right off the bat, instead of having to sheepishly smile to see if I would get a return. After that it was a regular thing to wave as he headed out each morning. Later on I was able to meet that very special lady, Susan. When I saw a lonely rabbit in a cage in the garage, I offered to be a foster mom to Daisy, with open visiting privileges. Sam, William and Sarah were so surprised when they saw her out of the cage when they came to pet her. She remains fat and happy as a free-range rabbitin my back yard. I am sad to lose Rex, for my life was richer for having him as a neighbor. May you remember him in his best days. With love and prayers for you, especially his mother, in your bereavement, Danielle Harper