Eulogy for a Bunny

My little Bunnita, a "dwarf bunny", died yesterday. We don't know why. Rabbits are fragile beings with delicate constitutions. She had an upset digestive system, that the vet said could be serious, so maybe that was all it took to end her life. Maybe the heat added too much physical stress.

I'd like to take a few lines to appreciate the life she had. For a year and a half, she made one other rabbit, Bugs, a very happy rabbit. He snuggled with her and washed her ears all throughout every day. He dug a nice deep burrow for her to enjoy. He let her eat the first bites of the food all the time.

For a year and a half, she delighted us humans. She had a demeanor of "little girl", always a little shy, hiding behind her big brave Bugs, but coming out to be petted or to be inquisitive. She hid her face in my hair when I held her at my shoulder. Cuddling with her was like cuddling with purity. She brought out my capacity for tenderness and careful attentiveness and love, because that's what she required. Her personality was funny and quirky and gentle and sometimes bold. And she was so cute: front half brown, back half white, with tiny brown ears.

She led a good, if short, life. Fare well, sweet little Bunnita.
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