TweedBunny
Well-Known Member
I was introduced to bunny love a few years agowhen a bunny family from the nearby desertwas pushed into aneighbors backyard due to new construction near my family'shome.The rabbits weren't wild though, they weredomestic and had possibly been escapees from someones house living inthe desert for awhile. The neighbors dog got ahold of mommy rabbit andall of the babies but one, which was far enough back in the burrow thedog couldn't get to it. My little brother found it andbroughtit home.It was so tiny, helpless, and cute- my maternal instincts kicked it and it became bunny love atfirst sight! His name became P.J. and from that time on,hehardly ever left my arms. He was very affectionate and would lick myface all over if I let him.I learned lots about bunnies inthat year; diet, circling, spraying, neutering... A year after we foundhim, he was out munching radishes in the garden and a dog got through 2fences and a screen that covered the garden, got ahold of P.J.,andbrokehis littleneck. He was stillalive, but gaspingwhen I found him.He died a fewminutes later. I was devestated. Isobbed for weeks and criedoften much longer than that.Just before he'd died,I'd ordered him alittle tuxedo, for he was to bethe'best man' at my wedding that month. Instead I ended upburyinghim in his little tuxedo.We planted grassand dug a halfway tunnel to his grave in case he ever wants to get out.A sleeping bunny statue also tops his grave and we keep fresh flowerson it too. Maybe Im obsessed, but I loved him.
