A sad day.
July 8th, 2004: The day Bunny died.
Bunny was... well, my bunny. She was a great bunny. She was a BIG bunny. She was a bunny that seemed to know when I was sad. She was a bunny that pooped everywhere, like every other bunny does. She was a bunny that stamped her foot when she wanted food. She was a bunny that could amuse herself for hours with a piece of paper.
She was a bunny of many names. She came to me as Cadbury, she became Jetta, then Usagi, and finally she was just 'Bunny,' because that's what everyone called her anyway. Mike named her 'George Washington' for a day, because she was a WONDERFUL bunny.
She wasn't moving as much as she used to, and the past couple days she barely moved at all. Yesterday I had to bring her a bowl of water for her to drink because she wasn't going to her water bottle. Today I came home from work to find her turned away from her food, the bowl and the bottle... and she was still. I turned to Mike and said, "she's gone."
And proceeded to bawl my eyes out for the next hour or so, before finally calling my parents.
Her ears were still sticking up. And that's how I picture her: wiggling her nose at me, her ears sticking up and swiveling around.
She's now buried in my parents garden, next to the rest of the family pets: some fish, some frogs, some gerbils, some rats, and a pair of atara's tennis shoes.
I miss her already.
Love you, Bunny.
Bunny was... well, my bunny. She was a great bunny. She was a BIG bunny. She was a bunny that seemed to know when I was sad. She was a bunny that pooped everywhere, like every other bunny does. She was a bunny that stamped her foot when she wanted food. She was a bunny that could amuse herself for hours with a piece of paper.
She was a bunny of many names. She came to me as Cadbury, she became Jetta, then Usagi, and finally she was just 'Bunny,' because that's what everyone called her anyway. Mike named her 'George Washington' for a day, because she was a WONDERFUL bunny.
She wasn't moving as much as she used to, and the past couple days she barely moved at all. Yesterday I had to bring her a bowl of water for her to drink because she wasn't going to her water bottle. Today I came home from work to find her turned away from her food, the bowl and the bottle... and she was still. I turned to Mike and said, "she's gone."
And proceeded to bawl my eyes out for the next hour or so, before finally calling my parents.
Her ears were still sticking up. And that's how I picture her: wiggling her nose at me, her ears sticking up and swiveling around.
She's now buried in my parents garden, next to the rest of the family pets: some fish, some frogs, some gerbils, some rats, and a pair of atara's tennis shoes.
I miss her already.
Love you, Bunny.