Dear Dawnin,
I’m so deeply sorry it’s taken me so long to write. My time has been tight, but I felt it was important to do this tribute justice, rather than just randomly knock it out. You deserve the best- so I’ve waited until I had the time.
You were part of the most special litter of bunny babies I ever had. Seven, amazing, strong, curious, quirky babies, who gave me the gift of both Flash, Moon and Sky.
You were born WAY back in June 2007, and, good old Sandy, gave birth to four on one day, and three on the next, and you were on the second day (we think). Angel, Star, Sunny, Lightning, Hope, Dusk and Dawn- that was the order we had to recite you in, to remember all of you- you were first.
You were last on that list, and last alive.
We could tell you and Dusk apart by two things. 1- you seemed to have a slight difference in how your fur sat around your whiskers.
2- Dusk would dig into everything, whereas you would just sit or lick.
That kind of stayed the same. Dusk eventually ended up smaller than you, which may or may not be because you lived inside, and he lived outside.
As a tiny baby, you were super cute and chilled.
(look at these teethies)
We never expected you all to survive, yet you did. Every single one of you. Including Hope.
I’m so deeply sorry it’s taken me so long to write. My time has been tight, but I felt it was important to do this tribute justice, rather than just randomly knock it out. You deserve the best- so I’ve waited until I had the time.
You were part of the most special litter of bunny babies I ever had. Seven, amazing, strong, curious, quirky babies, who gave me the gift of both Flash, Moon and Sky.
You were born WAY back in June 2007, and, good old Sandy, gave birth to four on one day, and three on the next, and you were on the second day (we think). Angel, Star, Sunny, Lightning, Hope, Dusk and Dawn- that was the order we had to recite you in, to remember all of you- you were first.
You were last on that list, and last alive.
We could tell you and Dusk apart by two things. 1- you seemed to have a slight difference in how your fur sat around your whiskers.
2- Dusk would dig into everything, whereas you would just sit or lick.
That kind of stayed the same. Dusk eventually ended up smaller than you, which may or may not be because you lived inside, and he lived outside.
As a tiny baby, you were super cute and chilled.
We never expected you all to survive, yet you did. Every single one of you. Including Hope.