killertheturtle
Well-Known Member
December 31, 2006 â June 27, 2009
He had the same birthday as my dad.
Bruce Wayne was born between a black doe and a blue buck. He was the only boy in a litter of six; all of the babies were black.
My boyfriend and I took my step dadâs SUV up to Pamona to get Bruce and a transmission for his car (his friend who was giving it to him lived 5 minutes from the breeder).
When I got to her house, she took me to her backyard where all the bunnies were. I already told her I wanted a boy, who was at least 3 months old. I played with about 4 flemmies. And in the end, it was between Bruce and a sandy boy. I really couldnât decide. I chose Bruce over the other for two reasons: I wanted him to match my black and white cat and black and white bunny, and I was afraid she would have a hard time selling 6 black bunnies. Bruce sat on my lap the whole way home.
We decided to name him Bruce Wayne because we love batman and because he was black. I quickly learned that, unlike Batman, he was not stealthy or ninja-like. The first time he binkied and ran laps in my room I was terrified. I wasnât prepared for a charging massive rabbit.
Sonic and Rocket hated him. I kept them separate, of course. My cat, Thomas, was quite fond of him. They were the same size and would just sit next to each other a lot. Bruce was also very friendly with me. He litter trained extremely fast, in fact he didnât have an accident once. He quickly learned his name and that he would get treats when he ran back in his pen (all of my bunnies are trained to go in their cage on command). I got him neutered at four months old so I could avoid any spraying. I knew this was dangerous, but he rode on my lap while I drove us home. He just lay in my lap and looked out the window.
When we moved to Oceanside, Bruce seemed to love the new house even more. His pen was right by my bed and it was bigger than before. He was never aloud free run, unfortunately, because after being out for about 20 minutes he would start to get destructive. It was funny actually, I always read flemmies are lazy, and he sure was. He would run and binky for 10-20 minutes, then lay in the same spot until he found a reason to move (usually it was to destroy something).
All of my friends loved Bruce. My whole family did, actually. Everyone called him the big bunny and joked about him attacking them in their sleep and protecting me from trespassers. I have a lot of pets, and he was usually the favorite of guests. The way he would come up to the edge of the pen and stand on his hind feet for treats always got people to âaww.â He was the easiest to impress my friends with; most didnât even know it was possible to train a bunny.
We built an extension to my room and he moved in there with my ferrets (separate, of course). He seemed to really like it in there, though sometimes I worried he was a little lonely. I didnât have to worry about him chewing, so he got out more than before. His pen was bigger and his toys were louder (as he no longer woke me up with his rattling balls and cardboard boxes). Every time he heard me walk in the room he would rush to the edge of the cage to beg for a treat. It was nice to be so welcomed and anticipated. Every time I let him out he ran across the room and then came back to say hi. He loved to be pet the most. Sonic likes to be pet, too, but only on his terms, whereas Bruce wouldnât get up until I did.
He was such a great bunny. I would have to say Sonic is my heart bunny, but Bruce Wayne was and will always hold a very special place in my heart. I miss him so much. Iâm not looking forward to putting away his pen. Iâm not looking forward to bagging up his toys and storing them. Iâm not looking forward to sweeping up all of his hair (he went through a right molt before he died).
I put his favorite toy, a big plastic, green, rattling ball on my shelf in front of my bed and every time I move it to hear the noise it makes my eyes water. I remember many times where I was just sitting in silence, whether I was studying, reading, or it was a quiet spot in a movie, and hearing him toss that ball around out of no where.
I feel like this couldnât have come at a worse time â or a better time (not like any time is a good time to lose a pet). I know that sounds confusing, but Iâll explain.
My rat, Taco, who not only is my heart rat, but is my favorite pet (I try not to play favorites, but I canât help it) and who I have an insanely close bond with, has started suffering from hind limb degeneration. He is over two and a half, so he is well passed his life expectancy, but that doesnât make it easier. He is sort of wasting away â has lost a lot of muscle mass, canât get around well, etc. When this first started happening, it was hard to get him to eat, drink, and do anything, really. Then Bruce got sick. It always seems whenever something goes wrong with one pet, something else goes wrong with another at the same time or immediately after. I couldnât handle it. Then Bruce died. The vet (who I am pretty close with) was hugging me right after it happened and I was crying and I remember saying, âTaco is going to die soon, too.â
Since Taco started going downhill, he has required a lot of attention. I have to provide him with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, all sorts of meds and he even sleeps with me at night. His happiness seems to grow when he is with me, so I spend as much time with him as I can (and I want as much time with him as possible). Though I miss Bruce and think about him a lot, Taco has been a great distraction. Coincidentally, Taco has been doing better since Bruce died. I seriously feel he and I are so connected that he is using all of his strength to take care of me. He has started eating (including things he would not eat before) and drinking on his own and he seems much more motivated to move around.
I donât know what happens when animals (or people, or anything) dies, but I wonder if Bruce told Taco what would happen, and asked Taco to be strong for me.
So while Bruce passed way too young and unexpectedly, if Pipp is right, that he had some kind of genetic defect, and this was bound to happen soon, I donât know what I would have done if I lost him shortly after Taco (which I pray will not be for awhile).
I know this was long, and if you read it all I really appreciate it. No one in my family and none of my friends are animal people, like me. Whenever something happens to my pets I feel so alone and that no one I am close to understands. I feel like I have to mourn alone and sort things out all by myself. Which is fine, but sometimes you just need to talk.
Bruce Wayne, I love you and I miss you and will always miss you. You were so wonderful to have, even if it was for a short time. I will never forget your ways and I will treasure every memory, photo, and video I have of you. Say hi to Kitty for me (hopefully she wonât be afraid of you in the afterlife). I love you, big bunny.
(Pictures to come)
He had the same birthday as my dad.
Bruce Wayne was born between a black doe and a blue buck. He was the only boy in a litter of six; all of the babies were black.
My boyfriend and I took my step dadâs SUV up to Pamona to get Bruce and a transmission for his car (his friend who was giving it to him lived 5 minutes from the breeder).
When I got to her house, she took me to her backyard where all the bunnies were. I already told her I wanted a boy, who was at least 3 months old. I played with about 4 flemmies. And in the end, it was between Bruce and a sandy boy. I really couldnât decide. I chose Bruce over the other for two reasons: I wanted him to match my black and white cat and black and white bunny, and I was afraid she would have a hard time selling 6 black bunnies. Bruce sat on my lap the whole way home.
We decided to name him Bruce Wayne because we love batman and because he was black. I quickly learned that, unlike Batman, he was not stealthy or ninja-like. The first time he binkied and ran laps in my room I was terrified. I wasnât prepared for a charging massive rabbit.
Sonic and Rocket hated him. I kept them separate, of course. My cat, Thomas, was quite fond of him. They were the same size and would just sit next to each other a lot. Bruce was also very friendly with me. He litter trained extremely fast, in fact he didnât have an accident once. He quickly learned his name and that he would get treats when he ran back in his pen (all of my bunnies are trained to go in their cage on command). I got him neutered at four months old so I could avoid any spraying. I knew this was dangerous, but he rode on my lap while I drove us home. He just lay in my lap and looked out the window.
When we moved to Oceanside, Bruce seemed to love the new house even more. His pen was right by my bed and it was bigger than before. He was never aloud free run, unfortunately, because after being out for about 20 minutes he would start to get destructive. It was funny actually, I always read flemmies are lazy, and he sure was. He would run and binky for 10-20 minutes, then lay in the same spot until he found a reason to move (usually it was to destroy something).
All of my friends loved Bruce. My whole family did, actually. Everyone called him the big bunny and joked about him attacking them in their sleep and protecting me from trespassers. I have a lot of pets, and he was usually the favorite of guests. The way he would come up to the edge of the pen and stand on his hind feet for treats always got people to âaww.â He was the easiest to impress my friends with; most didnât even know it was possible to train a bunny.
We built an extension to my room and he moved in there with my ferrets (separate, of course). He seemed to really like it in there, though sometimes I worried he was a little lonely. I didnât have to worry about him chewing, so he got out more than before. His pen was bigger and his toys were louder (as he no longer woke me up with his rattling balls and cardboard boxes). Every time he heard me walk in the room he would rush to the edge of the cage to beg for a treat. It was nice to be so welcomed and anticipated. Every time I let him out he ran across the room and then came back to say hi. He loved to be pet the most. Sonic likes to be pet, too, but only on his terms, whereas Bruce wouldnât get up until I did.
He was such a great bunny. I would have to say Sonic is my heart bunny, but Bruce Wayne was and will always hold a very special place in my heart. I miss him so much. Iâm not looking forward to putting away his pen. Iâm not looking forward to bagging up his toys and storing them. Iâm not looking forward to sweeping up all of his hair (he went through a right molt before he died).
I put his favorite toy, a big plastic, green, rattling ball on my shelf in front of my bed and every time I move it to hear the noise it makes my eyes water. I remember many times where I was just sitting in silence, whether I was studying, reading, or it was a quiet spot in a movie, and hearing him toss that ball around out of no where.
I feel like this couldnât have come at a worse time â or a better time (not like any time is a good time to lose a pet). I know that sounds confusing, but Iâll explain.
My rat, Taco, who not only is my heart rat, but is my favorite pet (I try not to play favorites, but I canât help it) and who I have an insanely close bond with, has started suffering from hind limb degeneration. He is over two and a half, so he is well passed his life expectancy, but that doesnât make it easier. He is sort of wasting away â has lost a lot of muscle mass, canât get around well, etc. When this first started happening, it was hard to get him to eat, drink, and do anything, really. Then Bruce got sick. It always seems whenever something goes wrong with one pet, something else goes wrong with another at the same time or immediately after. I couldnât handle it. Then Bruce died. The vet (who I am pretty close with) was hugging me right after it happened and I was crying and I remember saying, âTaco is going to die soon, too.â
Since Taco started going downhill, he has required a lot of attention. I have to provide him with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, all sorts of meds and he even sleeps with me at night. His happiness seems to grow when he is with me, so I spend as much time with him as I can (and I want as much time with him as possible). Though I miss Bruce and think about him a lot, Taco has been a great distraction. Coincidentally, Taco has been doing better since Bruce died. I seriously feel he and I are so connected that he is using all of his strength to take care of me. He has started eating (including things he would not eat before) and drinking on his own and he seems much more motivated to move around.
I donât know what happens when animals (or people, or anything) dies, but I wonder if Bruce told Taco what would happen, and asked Taco to be strong for me.
So while Bruce passed way too young and unexpectedly, if Pipp is right, that he had some kind of genetic defect, and this was bound to happen soon, I donât know what I would have done if I lost him shortly after Taco (which I pray will not be for awhile).
I know this was long, and if you read it all I really appreciate it. No one in my family and none of my friends are animal people, like me. Whenever something happens to my pets I feel so alone and that no one I am close to understands. I feel like I have to mourn alone and sort things out all by myself. Which is fine, but sometimes you just need to talk.
Bruce Wayne, I love you and I miss you and will always miss you. You were so wonderful to have, even if it was for a short time. I will never forget your ways and I will treasure every memory, photo, and video I have of you. Say hi to Kitty for me (hopefully she wonât be afraid of you in the afterlife). I love you, big bunny.
(Pictures to come)
