They were Desmond’s absolute favorite and every time I think about eating one or even look at one I get this pit in my stomach because I know he’s not here to demand I give him some. I would often take an unpeeled banana into our room, then I would peel one side and see how long it took him to sniff it out. It only ever took him a couple seconds before he’d run up to me and stomp his foot because I was always too slow to give him a piece (his words, not mine). Even if I mixed a banana up into oatmeal or cereal, he’d smell it and come running. And how could I deny this face?

Desmond passed away on New Years Eve and I never officially posted about it on the Rainbow Bridge forum, so I thought I would do that today because I’ve been having a particularly hard time with it lately… I just miss him so much. I have my two girls – Quincy and Leonora – and they frequently make me laugh and smile, but it’s just not the same. I’ll laugh at something they do but soon feel myself getting sad because I wish my baby boy was here too, as he should be. He was so special to me and I’m not sure that I will ever love another bunny as much as I loved him. He was my absolute best friend. I still sleep with the towel he was wrapped in when he passed.
I’ll be getting a tattoo of him, hopefully sometime in the next few months. He will be on my right hip, standing on his back feet and looking towards my heart. BUT there will be a tiny little banana tattoo there, so is he looking towards my heart or the banana? Typical Desmond James, I never could quite tell if he loved me as much as he loved that dang fruit. 
I can only hope that there is some sort of life after this and that I will be with him again someday. That hope is what keeps me going.
Picture overload incoming… this first one is the first picture I ever took of him, just a day after we found him. My beautiful panda bun.


