My girlfriend reminded me that when her phone was stolen last year, that almost all of her photos of her bunny, Georgie, were on it and therefore she lost them all. I'm actually not sure if she even has a photo of her. So I spent a while trying to find one photo I had of her and then remembered that it was here on this site. 
I am going to be putting together a late Christmas/early Valentine's day gift of the photo along with a poem I am writing. But I've gotten so choked up with it that I had to stop. So I'm putting the first rough draft here so that I can access it whether I'm at home or at work and can work on it between the tears. 
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To Gorgie B. Fluff
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You were my furry nemesis
Trying your best to keep me from your muma
You’d grunt
You’d snort
You’d put your soft, cuddly body between me and her.
My first night asleep with you, you showed me who was boss
You marked me
You made me yours
And you captured my heart
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Now knowing that I would take care of her as you would
You felt it safe to travel on
You left
We cried
But I respected your decision to go.
That week, we found the reason for your departure
Another bun, in need of help and the love that you knew so well.
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Frightened and small, he clung to your muma
Now happy and safe in her arms
But you’re not forgotten
Never forgotten
And always missed
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I expect you to be there on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge
Watching and caring for all those that we help
Leading us to them
Keeping them safe
And when the black rabbit comes for them
That you are there to welcome them
And show them all of the great binky places filled with sweet clover
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Then, someday, when it is my time to pass over
I expect you to be there waiting for me
You’ll grunt
You’ll snort
And you’ll place your cuddly body between my arms
You’ll make me yours
And you’ll always have my heart.
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