On one occasion when I took my boybun outside for brushing, my elderly neighbor, Kate, waved from her lawnchair, so I, covered in fur from head to toe, carried the little prince over for Kate to see. She was too frail to hold a 13-pound rabbit, so I’d hold him for her while she stroked him, and she’d laugh when clouds of fur would roll off of him. Her own ancient little doggie had died the year before and she missed having an animal companion. She spoke fondly of the pet rabbits she and her family had for many years; so, after that, I made a point of taking the bun over to visit.
Kate died recently after breaking her hip. She was 96 and fell down her basement steps. I like to imagine Kate reunited with her loved ones, including the animals. Perhaps she’ll recognize a certain large rabbit who visited her sometimes, whose fur used to fly across several yards. I hope she gives him a nose rub for me.
So, let’s remember Kate, who loved loved and cared for rabbits and dogs. May we all live a life with fur in our faces.