Poor Leo, he must be feeling very lost. I think sometimes having animals - especially those who rely on having a friend around so much like rabbits - makes us move on quicker, pushes us to leave our grief and get another, maybe before we would choose to (if indeed we would have chosen to at all!). My comfort at times like this, when it is the last thing you maybe want to do, is that for all our grief and feelings, there is some other poor little single rabbit like Leo, who has lived a life alone, and who has never known the love and care they will get with you. And I can't deny them that chance, even if I want to. I suspect you might be similar? And I think it is only in Lillian's honour and memory that another will come in to befriend Leo, and maybe he will then have chance to show all that Lillian has taught him about being a rabbit, and use it to help another, and so she lives on.
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