I’m posting this to memorialize my bestest little buddy. It’s been a week and 3 days since my precious boy passed away and I needed to let someobe know who knew the love and joy and heartache of being privilaged to know a bunny.
I saw you and your brother in a farm supply store. You were no bigger than my oalm but you didn’t want to say hello. Your brother, was straight over to lick my fingers and I turned to Daddy and said, “Awww, look! He loves me! Can we get him?” He said no, of course.. He was never an animal person. I thought it didn’t bother me, we made our purchase and left. The next day I couldn’t stop thinking of the little black and white, palm sized bit of fluff. At the end of the 2 week mark I had been in tears for over a week and I begged to be able to go back and see if he was still there. Of course he wasn’t, some little girl snapped him up the day after we had been in, but there you were being smothered by a couple of larger bunnies and only the tip of one ear poking out. I thought one bunny was as good as another so I paid for you and the server dug you out and handed you to me. You were so soft. I git you home but then had to go clean a house on the property we 2ere on and I left you with Ronan. I was only gone 40 kinutes before I was back to check on you bith. You were fine. He was not. You bit him and ther was blood from one end if the house to the other. You had become the ATTACK BUNNY! We found Puffy a day or two later and you 2 played ambush from that day forward. Jazzy came over for a sniff and you 2 came to an instant understanding, and I never saw you 2 do anything together but a delighted nod and sniff from tgat day forth. Then we took you to our REAL home, and with the exception of a trip to Nanny and Grumy’s thats where you lived out your days. There was a few escapades outside where you refused to fome out from under the car but you much prefered inside, sneaking crumbs that the kids dropped, stealing their apples right out of their hands, watching for any opportunity to get into Cheyennes room and even sending Georas off to school with a “Bunny ate my homework” note! You loved havinf your eard played with and your jose spot rubbed hut you would always hold my hand in place when I rubbed your cheeks. You were never a cuddly bunny but I think I enjoyed our morning game of “chasey” just as much as you. I dont know how you knew but you always managed to time your leaps into my lsp juat at the crucial time in an xbox game and I inevitably got chomped on by a zombie or equivalent. That was our life. I would let you out to roam after wveryobe had gone to work snd school, we would have our little chasey game then you would tear offvup the hall way to see who forgot to close their door. We would have fuddkes throughout the day and I would rub your ears. Moulting time was terribke, your super fine hair would stick to everyting! Cheyenne nicknamwd you “The Floofinator”!! I used to tease the kids with a hand full of your hair that had stuck to me in those times. I know Daddy used to go crook at you, but you really shouldn’t have tried to eat his boots and pants cuffs, while he was atill wearing them! Fast forward a couple of years and thsts where Minipuff makes her entrance. when she finally allowed us to become her family I worried for months that she would eat you! But that was silly, wasn’t it? She wasn’t going to do any such thing, you were her best friend. I think she misses you as much as I do and if cats could cry we would have filled an ocean with our tears already. Another couple of years sees us to the present. A cironella tea light candle lost under kids detritus, but you found it.You were always good at finding stuff. The next morningbit was already too late but a Sunday phone call to Nanny and I had the $200 for the emergency vet. She looked you over, gave you some fluids and sent me hone with Critical Care. You fed okay but Monday you refused the CC. I was tired from stayibg up with you the night before but off we went on the 60km into the vets. More fluids and instruction to keep the CC up. They even gave me a different flavour, just in case. An appointment was made with a specialist the next day so I sat up with you again, you slept on my chest all night. Tuesday we went to see the specialist and you stayed in their hospital that day. You had x-rays and you “fed c well”. You had a severe case of Stasis, the x-rays showed golf ball sized gas bubbles but prognosis was relatively good. So we went home. You took your 1st feed, sort of. At your second feed you made the first noises I ever heard you mm ake. You were restless and hopped from obe place to anorher trying to get comgorarable so you could rest. I tossed and turned on the c ouch, sensitive to your every twitch. At 1.45 am Wednesday morning you kicked enought ti ait me bolt upright in alarm and I picked you up in preparation of rushing you to the vets while I dialled them. Thats when you seemed to have a seizure and died in my arns. It was 1.50am. My cry brought out the whole running and they all said goodbye, wxcept me. I couldn’t. I held you close with my body curled round yours until morning. Letting you go in the morning and putting you in your bedroom for the last time was one of the hardest thing I ever had to do. We buried you in the front garden, outside my window eo I can check that you are safe during the night. It will be such a pretty garden when Spring artives. We follow the same routine, we have our “good morning”‘s and our “bedtime for bunny boys” but there are no more games of chasey and the house and my heart are do empty.
I oacked away all your things today and we eill remove the bunny mahal tomorrow. It will confuse Jazzy, Puffy and Minipuff but I dont have the words to tell them why.
I miss you bunny boy.
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