RIP Cotton Bud

Yes its the new job. I swear.

Plus I got a bunny. And loved it to bits and pieces. Then he died on me and I was devastated for a day.

It felt like I lost my child. Or like a boyfriend dumping me.

So this is a post to remember my baby by.

Cotton Bud was different from other bunnies. He didn't really hop around.

He refused to eat dirty food or drink dirty water. Which meant I needed to go home everyday and clean his food and water.

Like other bunnies he would shit as he walked. But when I carry him he never did. He somehow knew how to hold in his pee and poo while I carried him.

He was scared of me at first. But quickly knew I was his mommy. By the third day, he would run to me everytime I let him out of the cage.

He loved home. No matter how many times I let him out of the cage, after exploring to his heart's content, he would go back to his cage by himself to eat and chill. 

He loved being cleaned. Everytime I clean his paws, he sits quietly and looks super contented and pampered.

Thinking about all his quirks makes me miss him so so much. How often do you find a bunny that's so much like you?

I, after all, love being clean, going for mani's and pedi's, am picky about my food AND drink (there are certain mineral waters I refuse to drink), and love chilling at home after a short exploration expedition (long term adventures are really not for me).

My darling Cotton Bud. You're in bunny heaven now. You won't ever feel pain there. Know that I loved you the best I could.