Flick
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When I first saw Honey in the animal shelter, she was sleeping with her chin propped on her dewlap. A big girl, fur the color of a spring thunderstorm. Regal. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I thought, "She's waiting for me." It took a few days, but she did, indeed come to live with me.
She did not understand what the litter box was for, so I put towels down on her pen floor. Every evening I would take up the pee-soaked towels, spray the floor with vinegar and water, and put down clean towels. Then I would sit on the floor and she would lay against me. Her nose at my hip, in "nose rub position" and her feet at my ankle. When she'd had enough, she'd return to her pen. One evening, while changing the towels, I noticed she was in the "nose rub" spot and I thought, "She's waiting for me." We had our routine in place.
Her room was on the second floor directly above the kitchen table. She had a wire ball she liked to fling around. It was hard to believe that such a small thing could sound like a bouncing bowling ball. I'd glance at the clock and realize that I was late for our nose-rub session and she was letting me know that she was waiting for me. She would be dancing at the gate when I arrived.
Honey was an older rabbit when she came to live with me. She survived uterine cancer, then cataracts took her eyesight. One day, she quit eating. There's no cure for old age. I sat in the backseat and rubbed her nose as my husband drove us to the vet for the last time. As she left her failing body, she wagged her tail at me, letting me know that across the Rainbow Bridge, she's waiting for me.
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She did not understand what the litter box was for, so I put towels down on her pen floor. Every evening I would take up the pee-soaked towels, spray the floor with vinegar and water, and put down clean towels. Then I would sit on the floor and she would lay against me. Her nose at my hip, in "nose rub position" and her feet at my ankle. When she'd had enough, she'd return to her pen. One evening, while changing the towels, I noticed she was in the "nose rub" spot and I thought, "She's waiting for me." We had our routine in place.
Her room was on the second floor directly above the kitchen table. She had a wire ball she liked to fling around. It was hard to believe that such a small thing could sound like a bouncing bowling ball. I'd glance at the clock and realize that I was late for our nose-rub session and she was letting me know that she was waiting for me. She would be dancing at the gate when I arrived.
Honey was an older rabbit when she came to live with me. She survived uterine cancer, then cataracts took her eyesight. One day, she quit eating. There's no cure for old age. I sat in the backseat and rubbed her nose as my husband drove us to the vet for the last time. As she left her failing body, she wagged her tail at me, letting me know that across the Rainbow Bridge, she's waiting for me.
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