I said goodbye today, to a furry friend of many years. Ms. Stanley “Stannis Bunratheon” Bunny has been with me since I moved to Madison in 2006. She is survived by her previous adopted parent Sara D., papa Kurt, Grandbunparents Mary Ann and Steve, and step-dad Jon.
A lot can happen in a bunny’s life in 16 years, and I am happy to have been around for half of it. She was a stalwart character in the many places I’ve lived with her. Always feisty, always disapproving, always excited for popcorn, greens, and yogurt drops. In the years since her bunny friend Alfalfa passed, she’s slowed down, chilled out, and started relying on me for cleaning, comfort, and safety. In return, she would lick the tears from my eyes when I was sad, or show concern by thumping when I was *ahem* violently ill. Stanley was a fan of digging holes in the dirt and relaxing under broad-leafed chard in the garden. She loved her dark, enclosed hiding-place under my desk, the most difficult to extract her from when it came time to put her back in her cage.
It was difficult towards the end, having to provide hospice care for the old lady, the Energizer Bunny who was so stubborn as to defy death time and time again. She refused to be still, practically dragging her arthritic legs just so she could keep exploring, to reach those tasty dandelion leaves a few inches away. I learned a lot from her undying spirit.
I will miss coming home and singing to her, her snuffling snoring sneezing sounds, the feel of her infinitely-shedding fur between my fingers as I groomed her. She was a good bunny.