I can't believe I am having to do this I thought this day would be years from now. It is already 8 days since Honey passed away, but I haven't been able to face this until now. Honey was so so special that she deserves a tribute of her own, so here goes....
Honey, my baby girl, you were only 4 weeks old when I first saw your lovely little face Daddy and I wanted 2 baby lop eared bunnies and we found a breeder nearby (I know better now, but you were the best decision I ever made). There were 3 of you with your mummy, and we felt bad that the other one would be left on his own, but we chose you and Olly.
I visited you every week until you were old enough to come home with us, my little bundles of fluff You lived downstairs at first and had loads of fun doing bunny 500's round the lounge and binkying everywhere.
When you were a few months old we had to separate you so that there wouldn't be any accidents, and you were neutered. You hated being on your own during this time, I'm sorry you were sad, it broke my heart, especially when you started pulling all your fur out at one point your tail disappeared which was just awful.
But I spent 3 days camped out in an upstairs bedroom with you and Olly, re-bonding you so you could be together again
It was so lovely to see you washing each other and snuggling up, and chasing each other all over the place
You knew that Olly wasn't quite as able as you, and you helped him so much darling, sitting by the door to your house while he slept, making sure nothing was going to happen to him, and washing the bits of him he couldn't reach because of his tilty head. You were so clever and so lovely
Before you were neutered you didn't really like being stroked, but when your hormones had died down you started to love it; you loved me massaging your ears and stroking your tummy when you did big flops after your breakfast
Maybe your tummy was sore for a long time, and that's why you liked me stroking it I wish you'd been able to tell me sweetie pie. Sometimes I could feel lumpy bits when I stroked you there, but I thought it was because you'd just eaten and it was bits of food passing through. I'm so sorry I didn't realise
Honey, my baby girl, you were only 4 weeks old when I first saw your lovely little face Daddy and I wanted 2 baby lop eared bunnies and we found a breeder nearby (I know better now, but you were the best decision I ever made). There were 3 of you with your mummy, and we felt bad that the other one would be left on his own, but we chose you and Olly.
I visited you every week until you were old enough to come home with us, my little bundles of fluff You lived downstairs at first and had loads of fun doing bunny 500's round the lounge and binkying everywhere.
When you were a few months old we had to separate you so that there wouldn't be any accidents, and you were neutered. You hated being on your own during this time, I'm sorry you were sad, it broke my heart, especially when you started pulling all your fur out at one point your tail disappeared which was just awful.
But I spent 3 days camped out in an upstairs bedroom with you and Olly, re-bonding you so you could be together again
It was so lovely to see you washing each other and snuggling up, and chasing each other all over the place
You knew that Olly wasn't quite as able as you, and you helped him so much darling, sitting by the door to your house while he slept, making sure nothing was going to happen to him, and washing the bits of him he couldn't reach because of his tilty head. You were so clever and so lovely
Before you were neutered you didn't really like being stroked, but when your hormones had died down you started to love it; you loved me massaging your ears and stroking your tummy when you did big flops after your breakfast
Maybe your tummy was sore for a long time, and that's why you liked me stroking it I wish you'd been able to tell me sweetie pie. Sometimes I could feel lumpy bits when I stroked you there, but I thought it was because you'd just eaten and it was bits of food passing through. I'm so sorry I didn't realise