On January 3rd, 2014, I lost the best friend I could have possibly asked for.
On April 17, 2011, when we met, and honestly to say, I didn't think her and I would have been the best friends that we were today. The day we went to get her, she had come from a random house in the sketchy part of the island we lived on. She had been neglected; her diet was terrible, and her nails were very long. At this point, she was a retired show bunny at four or five years old. I didn't think we would get along as well as we did. She became my best friend.
Horrible days I had at school, I would come home, to hug and love her. While studying for exams or tests, I would have her out to hop and play, and she attempted to distract me all the time by jumping on my back, chewing my hair, running away with my study material clutched in her jaws, or pull on my sweater strings.
Some days, if I would spend a bit less time with her than her and I would've liked, she would stomp and throw things in her cage until I would let her out, or cradle her and sing to her. She loved it most when I would sing to her, although I'm not sure why.
Some memories of her: When my sister, mother, Penelope and I were out on the deck during a late summer day, my sister had left to get raspberries out of our small garden for our other bunny, Gobber, who hates me with a burning passion, left come on the deck, and went to go get more. By the time my sister came back, the raspberries were gone, and there Penelope was, cleaning the evidence of the stolen raspberry juice off her mouth with small licks.
One time, when I got my wisdom teeth out, I had her out on the deck to play while I wallowed in pain reading. For Penelope, this was an opportunity to lick, and clean me; taking care of me the best way she could.
Everyday during the summer, I would wake up early, and take her outside to bounce, and hop all over the deck as long as she pleased, while I would read or take pictures of her. I think that is one of the things I will miss the most, besides waking up to her throwing things in her cage, or holding her close to my body like a child.
My sister told me this morning, that Penelope would not have lived as long as she did if she were not with me. I bathed her every time she was dirty, was concerned with her eating habits all the time, and made sure she got out at least for a half of an hour a day. I don't know what I'm going to do without her, but I couldn't have asked for a better friend than her.
