Bunnster

One day my husband and I were relaxing in our living room and all of a sudden he says "Patti! Look out the door." I look into the backyard and see a small black and white bunny on our deck. We went outside, but the little bunny went running. After that we would see the little bunny nearly everyday in our yard. We figured that the bunny was an Easter reject that was turned loose.

I started putting out pellets, salad and water for the little bun everyday. Eventually she would let me pet her head while she ate, but would run if I tried to pick her up. We started calling her Bunnster. After a while, we decided that we wanted to keep Bunnster and managed to trap her in the backyard. We rabbit-proofed the backyard so she could not get out and built her a little hutch. Bunnster was well-fed, had shelter, and a big back yard to run and dig in. She seemed happy.

We started leaving the back slider door open a little bit and one day in comes Bunnster! We let her explore the living room and eventually she flopped down and relaxed. Soon she would come in every evening and spend time with us, but always wanted to go back outside to sleep in her hutch. She was such a good rabbit. Bunnster never peed or pooped in the house or chewed anything. She started trusting us more and more, eventually allowing us to pick her up and sit in our laps.

After three happy years with Bunnster, we came home one day and couldn't find her. Looking out to the far end of the yard we spied something that didn't belong. My husband went to investigate and found Bunnster's body. A cat had killed my baby.

I cried and cried and cried some more. We had Bunnster cremated and put in a beautiful urn. Her urn is prominently display on a shelf in our living room next to her picture. Bunnster will never be forgotten.

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