Another Piece of my Heart *poof*… Gone.

So many of you have expressed sympathy and concern over what happened recently with our petsitters and our bunny that I wanted to write a brief update.  Our little bun died in my arms six days after we returned from our Colorado/Utah trip.

The days before and after we lost our tiny companion were, and continue to be, filled with lots of emotion—mostly grief but also plenty of anger.

Rabbits are wonderful creatures and, like other animals, all have their own unique personalities.  They can be shy, outgoing, social, mean, goofy, aloof, mischievous, playful, stubborn, affectionate, and even flirtatious.  Their personalities really shine when they are kept not in a cage, but as free-roaming house rabbits.  As members of the family.

Though I’ve loved and taken great joy in all our bunnies over the years, I was especially bonded with the one we just lost.  He had some truly unique qualities, including not only the willingness to be held and carried around, but often the desire to be held and carried around.  I can’t tell you how rare this is in rabbits.  (Prey animals, they usually like all four feet firmly on the ground.)  When he wanted up, he’d nibble on my pant cuff.  When he wanted a protracted petting session, he’d run up the doggy steps to the armchair.  I could go on and on . . . and I will in another post.

As for the petsitters, we’ve given them the review we think they deserve.  Though I wanted to rant and swear, I knew that keeping it objective meant keeping the review up on their petsitting profile.  Special thanks to good friend and blog commenter, Selfie Hater, who managed to get the only laugh out of me for a full week when he wrote to me that he minored in voodoo in college and would be happy to stick some pins in our petsitters if only I would provide a depiction.

Although the husband has started up the Enigmatic Location Conundrum (ELC) podcast again, I seem to have lost my writing mojo.  I sat down to write about the first part of our trip and it was instant blog clog intermingled with sadness and futility. Though we enjoyed our trip, it will always have a taint.  Instead, I’ve begun writing the first post in a series about each of our buns.  It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now, but I was waiting for the right time.  It seems that now is the right time.  I may intersperse these posts with ones about the trip, if I feel moved to do so.  Those of you who read my blog because you enjoy reading about travel, please be patient with me.  I’ll get there.

Tomorrow we will bury our bunny’s ashes in the garden near his “brother,” our third rabbit, who also died too young.  Maybe then I can start to move on.

Thanks to everyone who rooted for our bun and wished us well, whether it was on the blog or in your thoughts.  It means a lot.

We miss you little guy.  Rest in peace.