Thursday, April 19, 2012

Flopsy, 2002-2012

Now that we've celebrated world Bunny Day and Easter, it's only fitting to note that the bunny era has ended at our house.  Flopsy, the last of our five rabbits, passed away yesterday.  She was my youngest daughter's first pet.

We can't be sad--ten years is a ridiculously long life for a Mini-Rex rabbit (average lifespan about six years), but it closes a chapter in my daughter's childhood. 

Flopsy didn't do any fancy tricks or have any particularly fascinating personality traits--she was just an ordinary rabbit with incredibly soft fur and an overly round tummy.  Though recently thinned by age and illness, in her prime she looked more like a fuzzy basketball.  Eating seemed to be her primary purpose in life, and even in her old age she could make short work of a large carrot. 

I was my daughter's age (16) when I lost my first pet, a basset hound named Herbie.  He'd been with us since I was five, and I grieved for a long time.  Nearly forty years later I still dream about him--sometimes in my dreams he can talk, and he tells me how much he misses me.  And though his passing marked the end of my childhood, he was my inspiration, years later, for my Lunchbox books.  A part of me will always be eleven years old, tromping through the neighborhood with Herbie in search of adventure.  He was just an ordinary basset hound, but to me he was Rin-tin-tin.  He was my sentry dog when I played army; he was my rescue dog when I stepped through a snowdrift and got stuck in a muddy ditch (actually, he just kept walking and left me there to unstick myself), and he was always there to talk to.  And I wrote stories--dozens of short stories--about Herbie, in which he was a world traveler, a war hero, or a goofy foil for my brother's pet mouse, who was always the "straight man" in my stories.  In essence, Herbie helped me to become a writer--because as writers we have to apply our imaginations to ordinary things and make them extraordinary.

Flopsy was no less of an inspiration to my daughter, who also wrote stories about the noble warrior-princess of the bunny kingdom (she'd read all of the Redwall books before her tenth birthday) who vanquished evil weasels and made the world safe for all harmless woodland creatures.  And she helped my daughter become the gentle, imaginative young woman she is today--one who cares deeply for all things soft and furry (even the stupid cat) and has an affinity with nearly every animal she meets, be it a bunny, a dog, a horse, a llama, or a mouse.

Thank you Flopsy for ten years of nose-wiggling, carrot-munching, hippity-hopping entertainment.  Thank you for helping to build my daughter.  And since I'm pretty certain all bunnies, like all dogs, go to heaven, say hello to Herbie for me.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Happy Bunny Day!

According to the all-knowing Internet, today is World Bunny Day  (not to be confused with International Rabbit Day on September 25).  This is the day that bunny lovers around the world post pictures of their pets on Facebook and gush about how wonderful they are.

At the risk of having my man card revoked, I have to admit that I really like bunnies.  I like them a lot better than our stupid cat, that's for sure (but not as much as I like basset hounds).

There's something very calming about rabbits.  They're soft, sometimes cuddly (we've had a few that would scratch you to pieces if you got too friendly), quiet, and relatively clean (meaning if you don't keep them in the house, you don't have to clean up bunny beans).  We've had a few that were even affectionate and somewhat playful.

A few years ago I published a column in Byline Magazine about the perils of living with a stubborn rabbit who reminded me of my dad.  Click here to read it.

And in honor of World Bunny Day, here are some of the furry friends that have graced our home over the years:
 This is my nemesis (see above linked article) Thumper, feeling very grumpy with his new bunny leash/harness.  He seems to be saying "I feel so stupid."

 Dusty was more like a puppy than a bunny.  He loved being cuddled, would follow us around the house, and was absolutely crazy about my wife; he once leaped from my arms into hers as she passed by.
 We all loved Dusty.  As you can see, he was patient...
 and curious.
Dusty's sisters, Flopsy and Kiara.  Though our other bunnies have all gone to that great carrot patch in the sky, Flopsy (on the left) is still with us after ten years.  Considering that the average lifespan of a Mini-Rex rabbit is six or seven years, Flopsy is a bunny Methuselah.
Thumper took it upon himself to guard our Christmas tree...
...while Dusty really got into the spirit of the holiday.
This French Lop was found running loose in the park by some friends who gave her to us because they knew we were "rabbit people."  They said she was sweet and house-trained.  She was neither.  The kids named her Sweetie Pie, but we soon changed it to "Stinky Bunny."  Not only was she not litter-trained, when we put kitty litter in a box for her to use, she ate the box and left her doots wherever she pleased.  Though she was a beautiful bunny, she spent most of her life outside in the hutch.

Have a happy Bunny Day!