Oh Pernod, where to begin? I canât believe that you have gone to The Bridge â I keep expecting you to come bouncing into the room, looking to see what mischief you can get into next. I donât think it has really sunk in yet, and that makes me feel worse.
When we adopted you and Perry 5 ½ years ago, I was determined I wasnât going to get as attached to you as I had been to Fudge â it just hurt too much when she left us. So, I thought getting two rabbits would be easier â of course, I would love you, but you would have each other, so I neednât be as âinvolvedâ. Huh, who was I trying to fool? You both imprinted yourselves on my heart, and I loved you both so much.
You and Perry were so much in love â not just bonded, it went deeper than that. You were always together, looking out for each other, creating havoc together. Perry was the quiet, sweet soul â you were the feisty bundle of trouble. Whatever we were doing, you had to be there to check it out. Whether it was me working in the house, or Daddy in the garden, you had to make sure we did things right. And, more than once, we would get a timely nip if it wasnât done the way you wanted.
You were such a vocal bunny, always grunting and chattering away. You made happy grunty noises when you were eating, and when you were being petted, and often even just when you were laying happily under the chair. You made angry grunting noises when you were stopped from doing something you shouldnât have been, or you were picked up for nail clipping or something else that you didnât approve of. Our UK vet said you were the most vocal bunny she had ever met. God, I am so going to miss that!
Your binkies were strange â either a half, head shake binky, or a 180 degree, four paws off the ground together, jump. The head shake was reserved for when we told you off for doing something â you would do this and then run off, flicking your feet as you went. The 180 degree turn was when you were happy â in the sandpit or after a cuddle.
You loved being outside. You could explore, and eat grass, and dig. You really loved the rain (silly bunny), and would sit in the middle of the garden getting wetter and wetter, but wouldnât come in. You even liked the snow, though, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), you wonât see a Canadian winter).
You werenât so keen on being dried off though â several towels bare angry Pernod teeth marks.
When Perry went to The Bridge, you were so lost without him. You lay beside the picture Lauren did of him, and you licked his photo. You became closer to us, but often you would stare into space, or lay in the places where you had been together. So after 2 months, we thought a new friend may cheer you up, but, again, you had your own ideas on that. You hated Shadow, and tried to take his head away from his body at every chance. Unfortunately, because he was bigger than you, you ended up coming off worst. We had several vet visits for wounds to be stitched, and you were left with a chunk taken out of your right ear. Then, we looked after Jessâs gorgeous Millie, ad she and Shadow made friends. You werenât having another doe take âyourâ man, and overnight you accepted him â 10 months after he arrived!!! You and he became close friends, but I know your heart was still with Perry.
I wondered if bringing you to Canada was the right thing to do. Perhaps, if I knew someone who would love you and spoil you the way you were used to, I may have left you in the UK, even though it would have killed me to do so. But, you and Shadow made it here. I needed (still need) you both so much. But, while Shadow is in Bunny Heaven here, and loves it, you and I struggled. You seemed to get ill shortly after, first with an ear infection. This cleared up for a few weeks. Then you stopped eating and were losing weight. You loved your food, and were always a little Piggy, so I knew something was going on. Blood tests and x rays showed you had a growth on your liver. I canât tell you how devastated I was hearing that. I would look at you, and you would look so ânormalâ and yet inside you were different. Then you got the runny nose, and the ear infection got worse. More meds seemed to work, and for a few, glorious weeks, you were back to yourself. Eating everything in sight, racing around the garden and exploring everything. I am so grateful that we had those few weeks, and I knew that you were happy here. And that I could tell you every day how much I loved you.
But, last week, your eye was swollen and started weeping. On Wednesday, when I took you to the vet, they said that you had an infection in the tube from the nose to the eye, so it was more meds, and creams and injections. They didnât work. Your sweet, pretty face became swollen, the eye worse, and you stopped eating again. I couldnât tell if the blood was from the eye or mouth, and your lips were bruised. So, straight back to the vet, more injections, different meds, fluids, and so many prayers. But, I guess whatever was wrong with your liver, you just couldnât fight this one. I could see that my little Pernod wasnât there any more â you were whimpering and didnât want anyone, or any bun, near you, and I knew it was time to let you go with Perry. And that hurts so, so much.
So, my Sweet P, you have joined the love of your life. I love to think of you two together again, you were such a perfect couple. I am completely heartbroken by your leaving, and I donât know how I will get by without you â you have been my friend and shoulder to cry on for 5 ½ years. Thank you for all the joy you brought us, all the happy memories you leave us with. God Bless, my Pernie Poo, be happy with Perry, Fudge and Buck, and all Rainbow Bridge babies there. I will love you forever.
You loved being in your sand box
You loved being with Perry
No flowers stood a chance with you around
Kisses for mommy
You loved the rain and getting wet (taken 10 days ago)
Goodbye, my sweet girl. Until we meet again.
Jan
When we adopted you and Perry 5 ½ years ago, I was determined I wasnât going to get as attached to you as I had been to Fudge â it just hurt too much when she left us. So, I thought getting two rabbits would be easier â of course, I would love you, but you would have each other, so I neednât be as âinvolvedâ. Huh, who was I trying to fool? You both imprinted yourselves on my heart, and I loved you both so much.
You and Perry were so much in love â not just bonded, it went deeper than that. You were always together, looking out for each other, creating havoc together. Perry was the quiet, sweet soul â you were the feisty bundle of trouble. Whatever we were doing, you had to be there to check it out. Whether it was me working in the house, or Daddy in the garden, you had to make sure we did things right. And, more than once, we would get a timely nip if it wasnât done the way you wanted.
You were such a vocal bunny, always grunting and chattering away. You made happy grunty noises when you were eating, and when you were being petted, and often even just when you were laying happily under the chair. You made angry grunting noises when you were stopped from doing something you shouldnât have been, or you were picked up for nail clipping or something else that you didnât approve of. Our UK vet said you were the most vocal bunny she had ever met. God, I am so going to miss that!
Your binkies were strange â either a half, head shake binky, or a 180 degree, four paws off the ground together, jump. The head shake was reserved for when we told you off for doing something â you would do this and then run off, flicking your feet as you went. The 180 degree turn was when you were happy â in the sandpit or after a cuddle.
You loved being outside. You could explore, and eat grass, and dig. You really loved the rain (silly bunny), and would sit in the middle of the garden getting wetter and wetter, but wouldnât come in. You even liked the snow, though, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), you wonât see a Canadian winter).
You werenât so keen on being dried off though â several towels bare angry Pernod teeth marks.
When Perry went to The Bridge, you were so lost without him. You lay beside the picture Lauren did of him, and you licked his photo. You became closer to us, but often you would stare into space, or lay in the places where you had been together. So after 2 months, we thought a new friend may cheer you up, but, again, you had your own ideas on that. You hated Shadow, and tried to take his head away from his body at every chance. Unfortunately, because he was bigger than you, you ended up coming off worst. We had several vet visits for wounds to be stitched, and you were left with a chunk taken out of your right ear. Then, we looked after Jessâs gorgeous Millie, ad she and Shadow made friends. You werenât having another doe take âyourâ man, and overnight you accepted him â 10 months after he arrived!!! You and he became close friends, but I know your heart was still with Perry.
I wondered if bringing you to Canada was the right thing to do. Perhaps, if I knew someone who would love you and spoil you the way you were used to, I may have left you in the UK, even though it would have killed me to do so. But, you and Shadow made it here. I needed (still need) you both so much. But, while Shadow is in Bunny Heaven here, and loves it, you and I struggled. You seemed to get ill shortly after, first with an ear infection. This cleared up for a few weeks. Then you stopped eating and were losing weight. You loved your food, and were always a little Piggy, so I knew something was going on. Blood tests and x rays showed you had a growth on your liver. I canât tell you how devastated I was hearing that. I would look at you, and you would look so ânormalâ and yet inside you were different. Then you got the runny nose, and the ear infection got worse. More meds seemed to work, and for a few, glorious weeks, you were back to yourself. Eating everything in sight, racing around the garden and exploring everything. I am so grateful that we had those few weeks, and I knew that you were happy here. And that I could tell you every day how much I loved you.
But, last week, your eye was swollen and started weeping. On Wednesday, when I took you to the vet, they said that you had an infection in the tube from the nose to the eye, so it was more meds, and creams and injections. They didnât work. Your sweet, pretty face became swollen, the eye worse, and you stopped eating again. I couldnât tell if the blood was from the eye or mouth, and your lips were bruised. So, straight back to the vet, more injections, different meds, fluids, and so many prayers. But, I guess whatever was wrong with your liver, you just couldnât fight this one. I could see that my little Pernod wasnât there any more â you were whimpering and didnât want anyone, or any bun, near you, and I knew it was time to let you go with Perry. And that hurts so, so much.
So, my Sweet P, you have joined the love of your life. I love to think of you two together again, you were such a perfect couple. I am completely heartbroken by your leaving, and I donât know how I will get by without you â you have been my friend and shoulder to cry on for 5 ½ years. Thank you for all the joy you brought us, all the happy memories you leave us with. God Bless, my Pernie Poo, be happy with Perry, Fudge and Buck, and all Rainbow Bridge babies there. I will love you forever.
You loved being in your sand box
You loved being with Perry
No flowers stood a chance with you around
Kisses for mommy
You loved the rain and getting wet (taken 10 days ago)
Goodbye, my sweet girl. Until we meet again.
Jan
