I haven’t logged in in over a year, not since I lost my little dwarf bun Chebbar. He died in April 2015 after having surgery to remove bladder stones. The surgery was deemed a success, he seemed to be recovering okay, drinking a bit of water (and even ate a whole mint leaf a few hours after waking-his favorite!) and then suddenly he seemed to just give up and was gone a few hours later. It’s still hard to think about him, I still miss him so badly. I miss him thinking he ran the place, marking everyone’s shoes with his chin, or suddenly having a chip stolen out of my hand if I’m too involved in a show I’m watching, or him stretching up with his tiny paws on my knee wanting a lift up into my lap. (He stopped jumping into my lap himself after his toenail got caught in my boot once, but still always wanted to take naps in my lap while I was at the computer.) My wife still gets upset too if I bring him up too much. As much as I wanted another bun, I didn’t think I’d be able to look at him or her without thinking of poor Chebby, and it wouldn’t be fair to a new bun. A few months after his death, we were still devastated, but also couldn’t handle having such a quiet and still house.. So we adopted Cocoa, nickname Coach, a little pit bull/boxer runt that had just had puppies (abandoned at the shelter at only 6 months old and already pregnant.. yikes) from a local shelter. She’s helped us so much! She’s the sweetest pup, and I wanted to give her some credit. She unfortunately doesn’t get along all that well with small animals, so it’ll be a long time until we can have a bunny again, but I just wanted to say how much having her has helped us heal.



