10 months on, my darling girl is still making my heart ache. I have her photos at home and at work, and as a screen saver on my phone and most days I think of what I lost when she left me. I miss her bunny kisses, when we'd slouch on the sofa with her on my chest. She'd either be a happily semi conscious bun, lazily sleep licking my chin in response to fussing, or she'd be intently cleaning an eyebrow, or a cheek, or one side of my nose. I miss coming down to breakfast to find her waiting on my favourite seat for her morning nibblots. I miss her interrupting my work from home days by deftly inserting herself between me and my laptop, clambering on the keyboard and reeking havoc with my work. I miss how long it took to tidy her home, she would put herself everywhere I tried to sweep and clean or she'd stick her bunny nose under my top and lick my back till I had to stop to play with her.
Odie and Ivy are utterly joyful, I'm grateful every day for the privilege of looking after them. Olive was my soul rabbit.
Her paw prints are on my heart. The pain now is so great because to joy before was even greater.