A few weeks ago, one of Hubby's friends brought Sugar Bear a bunny. Sigh........as you may know.....our home seems to be the house of unexpected pets. At least they always seem to be a surprise to me, which sort of stinks since I end up being the one taking care of them. I have given up on complaining about it. REALLY....I have.
This particular bunny came from a family that no longer wanted to take care of her. I am unsure of the details, but apparently she was a house bunny for a family with young children. The bunny, Penny, was unlike the other bunnies we have had in the past. She came to us willingly, and often. It thrilled Sugar Bear to have a bunny come to her, rather than run away.
You may have noticed that in the last paragraph I referred to her in the PAST tense...yes......poor Penny is gone. You see, I did not want a "house bunny". I'm sorry, I don't care how litter box trained a bunny is.....it still makes a HUGE mess when using it. She also had thrill seeker tendencies that led her to chew on wires....and cords. NOT GOOD! So.....Penny became an outside bunny. Here on our 5 acres, we have lots of room for a sweet bunny to run. She LOVED it. She had a taste of freedom, and it looked good on her.
As the days pasted by, she happily bounced around our property, and lived under our shed at night. LIFE WAS GOOD. Whenever we went out in the yard, she'd hop over to say hello. It was wonderful. Sugar Bear couldn't get enough of her. She loved feeding Penny carrots, and petting her soft fur.
Friday, while at work, I began worrying that something would happen to Penny. Although her lack of fear made a three year old happy, it also put her at great risk. Living in the country is a blessing, but it certainly comes with it's own set of predators. I convinced myself that maybe Penny would be better off if we could build her a hutch, so I could put her up at night. Now I just needed to persuade Hubby to build it.
Unfortunately, a little while later Hubby called me at work to let me know that he hadn't seen Penny all day. Sugar and I searched for her Friday evening, and saw no trace of her. We are pretty sure an owl got her. It is all so very sad. There is a part of me, that worries that everyone is going to see me as bunny killer....and that makes me sad as well. You see, I struggle when it comes to pets sometimes. I am certainly that in her last two weeks of life she was happier than she had ever been. I don't believe that bunnies belong in a house. I also really struggle with putting them in cages, and sentencing them to a life behind bars. I am not saying it IS WRONG....but I am saying I struggle with it. I have the same emotional turmoil when visiting Zoos or attending a Circus. Although I love having the chance to experience animals I wouldn't normally see, it hurts me to see the life they lead. I suffer a roller coaster of emotion when peering into their eyes.
So for what it's worth.....we loved Penny. She was treasured, and will be greatly missed. I had her best interests at heart, but being that I wasn't given proper notice, was unprepared to provide her a more adequate safe haven at night. It really makes me all the more thankful that my cats have always fared so well here. In 12 years, we have never lost a cat. For that I am thankful.
Here is Sugar Bear doing her best impression of a bunny eating a carrot. Tee hee....kids are the BEST!
Rest on peace, Penny. You will not be forgotten. Your presence in our home just MIGHT have taught Hubby what I have been trying to get across for years. It is always best to have a PLAN.