Schmunny!
Hello lovely. I’m so sorry it’s taken me a few days to have the time to write you a quality tribute. I hope it’s worth the wait. I think though, it was too quick, too much of a shock, and, even now, I’ve not properly digested it.
You, as you know, were the product of something I’d never do again, but, at the time, was the most important thing in my life; ensuring that Flash’s, Sky’s, Moon’s genes lived on.
Sandy and Sky created seven of you, and somehow, Sandy the Superhero managed to raise you all. You were all healthy and all bright and all a pain in the ****, with your very different characteristics.
You were the only girl. 1 girl, in amongst 6 boys. You were, even at that age, very anti handling, but very pro interaction- pretty much how you stayed for the next eight years. You didn’t want to me to touch you, but you’d very happily sit and lick me. You learned that I reacted if you bit my skin, and so nail clipping was a hilarious challenge.
You were a bunny bunny and liked people, but were destined to be bonded with other bunnies, and soon after Dawn and Hope were neutered, you were all bonded together- that was December 2007. You were spayed shortly after, making a hero’s recovery (I’ve never had a bunny recover as quick as you did), meaning that the bond you all had was firm and solid.
So, you became ‘The Swarming’. You all very clearly had characteristics, and you were the brains behind any act of cheekiness. It always, always went like this. You would find something you wanted to investigate (be it another room, down the stairs, a way to get through a barrier, etc, etc). You’d start the process but, being cleverer than the others, would go and find someone too stupid who would investigate for you, and you could follow behind- this would always be poor, lovable, stupid Dawn. Then, once you’d both gotten wherever you were trying to go, you’d go and ‘collect’ poor, detached Hope, so he could come and partake in whatever mischievousness was going on.
You guys were what a bonded group of siblings should be like. You weren’t loved up, but you were always alongside each other, entirely devoted and loyal, although you did bicker a bit, every so often.
Hello lovely. I’m so sorry it’s taken me a few days to have the time to write you a quality tribute. I hope it’s worth the wait. I think though, it was too quick, too much of a shock, and, even now, I’ve not properly digested it.
You, as you know, were the product of something I’d never do again, but, at the time, was the most important thing in my life; ensuring that Flash’s, Sky’s, Moon’s genes lived on.
Sandy and Sky created seven of you, and somehow, Sandy the Superhero managed to raise you all. You were all healthy and all bright and all a pain in the ****, with your very different characteristics.
You were the only girl. 1 girl, in amongst 6 boys. You were, even at that age, very anti handling, but very pro interaction- pretty much how you stayed for the next eight years. You didn’t want to me to touch you, but you’d very happily sit and lick me. You learned that I reacted if you bit my skin, and so nail clipping was a hilarious challenge.
You were a bunny bunny and liked people, but were destined to be bonded with other bunnies, and soon after Dawn and Hope were neutered, you were all bonded together- that was December 2007. You were spayed shortly after, making a hero’s recovery (I’ve never had a bunny recover as quick as you did), meaning that the bond you all had was firm and solid.
So, you became ‘The Swarming’. You all very clearly had characteristics, and you were the brains behind any act of cheekiness. It always, always went like this. You would find something you wanted to investigate (be it another room, down the stairs, a way to get through a barrier, etc, etc). You’d start the process but, being cleverer than the others, would go and find someone too stupid who would investigate for you, and you could follow behind- this would always be poor, lovable, stupid Dawn. Then, once you’d both gotten wherever you were trying to go, you’d go and ‘collect’ poor, detached Hope, so he could come and partake in whatever mischievousness was going on.
You guys were what a bonded group of siblings should be like. You weren’t loved up, but you were always alongside each other, entirely devoted and loyal, although you did bicker a bit, every so often.