Hi Lady,
We knew this day would come, and I’ve been on edge waiting, for a long time. But you kept going and kept going for a very long time- I have such a long story to recount now. I’m so sorry I’ve avoided writing this for so very long.
I had the pleasure of meeting at the start of August 2006, when we met you and your sister, and litter mate, to see if you would come home with us. You were only 5 weeks old, so not ready to come home at that point, but we knew we would take two of you.
When we went back on 17th August 2006, it was you and your identical litter mate who came home. That didn’t go to plan, because after the journey, your sister’s nose started running, so we took you back. We ended up bringing you home and putting you in an ultra-strict quarantine. Turned out later that she had a genetic malfunction- you were the only one of that genetic line to escape it- it’s how you lived so long.
When you first went into your hutch, you and your sister were very nosey and curious and laid back. You were such friendly little ladies. You had a really good go at falling out of your hutch, and we always had to be aware of your curiosity and lack of fear or awareness around anything.
You were a jumper, and ended up with the name Pogo, and your sister sended up as Polo, but, we could barely tell you apart, so you collectively because ‘The Dopeys’. In time, you were Dopey 1, as the slightly bigger sister, and she was Dopey 2.
You were absolutely inseparable. You lived together, unspayed, and were just luscious together. You also had this really weird ‘thing’ where you would be doing exactly the same thing at the same time. You were so connected to each other it was just really something.
When she had a post injection wound, you became a nurse bunny and overgroomed it and looked after her too much, so we had to temporarily separate you, unless you were supervised- but you still kept your bond.
You were both pretty loud. She honked, and you quacked. You made some amazing nests in you litter trays- nests like I’ve never seen before. Your hormones were rampant, and whilst you had a tendency towards territorialness to us (her more than you), you were always 100% ok together.
Then we got your spayed, and your recovery was a lot easier because you got a lot of comfort from each other. That was so lovely to see.
You kept bumbling around in your own little Dopey way, as a little pair, but I was becoming increasingly aware of how dependent you were on each other, and decided you needed to be a trio.
Enter Cloud.
Cloud bonded with you both and you, somehow, accepted him for all his turdiness. You were such a good little fit- you and Dopey 2 and Cloud. You were a good balance and you helped him calm down. You also tolerated him when he was being a toad. You would all snuggle together and ere a very attractive trio too.
We got a little ambitious, and tried to add in Candyfloss, but this didn’t work.
You were briefly back as a pair, as Cloud was with Floss, but, in time, that also broke down, and he ended up back with you.
You had a good, nearly two years with him, but he was so poorly, and sadly, we lost him when he was young, and you, once again, went back to being the Dopeys.
But we had the same problem as before- the two of you were together, and so dependent, and I was scared for either of you to be separate from the other.
Little Lightning was looking for some friends, and he was a lovely boy, lovely nature. The bond was so smooth, and I think living with him was a lot less stressful and enjoyable for you both than it was, living with Cloudyboy.
You were all so happy. Poddling around, always close, lots of grooming in all directions, lots of company and love. I don’t remember him teaching you any bad single habits, but you taught him how to be a bunny and how to have friends.
But you were all getting older- you were the healthiest, but he developed dental issues and then a really big abscess, and the other half of you developed heart problems (meaning we had to mark her nose blue, to ensure we medicated the right one of you- it was still super hard to tell you both apart; I was the only one who could). I thought that I would end up with you all alone anyway.
We knew this day would come, and I’ve been on edge waiting, for a long time. But you kept going and kept going for a very long time- I have such a long story to recount now. I’m so sorry I’ve avoided writing this for so very long.
I had the pleasure of meeting at the start of August 2006, when we met you and your sister, and litter mate, to see if you would come home with us. You were only 5 weeks old, so not ready to come home at that point, but we knew we would take two of you.
When we went back on 17th August 2006, it was you and your identical litter mate who came home. That didn’t go to plan, because after the journey, your sister’s nose started running, so we took you back. We ended up bringing you home and putting you in an ultra-strict quarantine. Turned out later that she had a genetic malfunction- you were the only one of that genetic line to escape it- it’s how you lived so long.
When you first went into your hutch, you and your sister were very nosey and curious and laid back. You were such friendly little ladies. You had a really good go at falling out of your hutch, and we always had to be aware of your curiosity and lack of fear or awareness around anything.
You were a jumper, and ended up with the name Pogo, and your sister sended up as Polo, but, we could barely tell you apart, so you collectively because ‘The Dopeys’. In time, you were Dopey 1, as the slightly bigger sister, and she was Dopey 2.
You were absolutely inseparable. You lived together, unspayed, and were just luscious together. You also had this really weird ‘thing’ where you would be doing exactly the same thing at the same time. You were so connected to each other it was just really something.
When she had a post injection wound, you became a nurse bunny and overgroomed it and looked after her too much, so we had to temporarily separate you, unless you were supervised- but you still kept your bond.
You were both pretty loud. She honked, and you quacked. You made some amazing nests in you litter trays- nests like I’ve never seen before. Your hormones were rampant, and whilst you had a tendency towards territorialness to us (her more than you), you were always 100% ok together.
Then we got your spayed, and your recovery was a lot easier because you got a lot of comfort from each other. That was so lovely to see.
You kept bumbling around in your own little Dopey way, as a little pair, but I was becoming increasingly aware of how dependent you were on each other, and decided you needed to be a trio.
Enter Cloud.
Cloud bonded with you both and you, somehow, accepted him for all his turdiness. You were such a good little fit- you and Dopey 2 and Cloud. You were a good balance and you helped him calm down. You also tolerated him when he was being a toad. You would all snuggle together and ere a very attractive trio too.
We got a little ambitious, and tried to add in Candyfloss, but this didn’t work.
You were briefly back as a pair, as Cloud was with Floss, but, in time, that also broke down, and he ended up back with you.
You had a good, nearly two years with him, but he was so poorly, and sadly, we lost him when he was young, and you, once again, went back to being the Dopeys.
But we had the same problem as before- the two of you were together, and so dependent, and I was scared for either of you to be separate from the other.
Little Lightning was looking for some friends, and he was a lovely boy, lovely nature. The bond was so smooth, and I think living with him was a lot less stressful and enjoyable for you both than it was, living with Cloudyboy.
You were all so happy. Poddling around, always close, lots of grooming in all directions, lots of company and love. I don’t remember him teaching you any bad single habits, but you taught him how to be a bunny and how to have friends.
But you were all getting older- you were the healthiest, but he developed dental issues and then a really big abscess, and the other half of you developed heart problems (meaning we had to mark her nose blue, to ensure we medicated the right one of you- it was still super hard to tell you both apart; I was the only one who could). I thought that I would end up with you all alone anyway.