Thank you guys for your kind words. Lilly has been cremated, and she now has a special place in my bedroom. It means so much that you think she sounded happy. I gave her everything I could while I had her, but there was still so much I wanted to do for her. She deserved the world, she was just such a good little girl.
I’ve already been thinking that the best way to honor my rescue bun would be to give a loving home to another rescue bun. Over-breeding is actually quite a problem in my area, and the shelters are full of bunnies. I would like to quietly go through my grieving process and wait for the right bunny to hop into my life, but it seems that bunny needs me a little sooner than that.
It was only a few days after I lost Lilly that my boyfriend’s mother told me about a woman she knew who had rescued over 100 rabbits from a hoarder, and one in particular she thought would be a good fit for me. The poor little fellow’s had it rough. He has poor vision. He’s a REW, and given where he came from, I doubt much thought or care went into his breeding. On top of that, he may be partially blind in one eye from a scuffle with another rabbit. He’s underweight and skittish and he reminds me so much of how Lilly was when I first got her.
I’ve decided to call him Geronimo.
While I absolutely do not regret agreeing to take him in, the process hasn’t been easy. It’s hard to get excited about a cute, new bunny when the loss of Lilly is still so fresh. But it’s not Geronimo’s fault she’s gone, and he definitely needs some TLC. It’s no dishonor to Lilly either. After all, it’s her fault. I had rabbits when I was a kid and I did like them, but it seemed different with Lilly. though I didn’t get to have as much time with her, she was special. So special. She absolutely stole my heart and it’s because of her that I want to continue adopting rabbits. My home will always be open to a bunny in need.
I’ve been telling Geronimo all about her. How sweet and lovable she was, how much she loved the same treats I’ve been sharing with him, which spots were her favorites to lay in. She’s his angel, too, really. I only wish they could have met. I know Lilly would have just adored him.
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