This week has been unbelievably exhausting. I won't get into the deeper issues right now, but I do want to get some of these feelings out, so I'll tell you about what just happened. Today, my rabbit died. Lover and I pet him as he died, trying to make him comfortable as faded away.
His name was Jovi. Last year Lover and I broke up for lots of different reasons so I bought a bunny. We were a rabbit family growing up, so it felt right to get a furry little one to love on and play with. He was awesome. He was beautiful, a shiny brown coat with black tipped ears and a patch of red on the back of his neck. He never bit. When I fed him I would stand at his open cage watching him hop around checking everything out. Unless you've had a rabbit it's hard to understand how fun they are to watch, and Jovi had a huge personality. He became our little-one in a lot of ways when Lover built him a hutch this winter.
Jov, I'm sorry I wasn't better. I love you.
First picture when I picked him up.
Introducing him to my family. He fit in my sweatshirt pocket.
Mom and Dad bought him a leash.
Taking him for a walk in the snow.
Just chilling in my room.
Enjoying the summer grass.