2 posts tagged “rainbow_bridge”

This year has been very rough. From my health, to the losses of Winkle, Smokes, Squeeeks and Snipset. Sylvester has developed kidney failure and we thought we were going to lose him last Tuesday because he was in dire straits when we got home after my rehab assessment appointment. And of course he is not a happy camper right now because he is not allowed into the dining room or living room where I am because of his inability to control his bowels. I feel awful. i feel like I am deserting him but I am so immune suppressed that I can't risk it. And then there was the loss of my Aunt Joan last year in 'April and Helen just not so long ago.

Then last night we realized something was wrong with Bunka. He couldn't sit up and was flopped over on his side. By the time we realized this he had probably been without water and food for quite a while as we had been in Toronto for my respirology appointment. We gave him food and water - he was really happy to get it. He gave us lots of kisses. peter made him comfortable and  kept him by his side all night. Then around dawn this morning, bunka pushed p's hand away. When p woke up, he had gone.

He was such a huge personality. I never liked rabbits until I met him. He was just so curious and inquisitive.----

Despite how he had been treated in an early life he was loving and caring.  He was a rescue rabbit. My neighbours work for the local cable company essentially doing collections and they had seen Bunka on an apartment balcony totally neglected. He was stuck on a balcony with no food or water. Apparently, the person who owned him had remembered to have someone come in and take care of the dog and cat they neglected to mention there was a rabbit on the balcony. My neighbours started feeding him and finally went to the door and said you can't take care of this rabbit, give him to me. Luckily she did hand him over.

His ears were like radars - he would peer around the corner of the doorway and all you would see would be one ear cocked and then the other twitching forward. People couldn't figure out what he was - they often mistook him for a dog or cat. We just always thought he was a boy in a bunny suit. Before we had him neutered he used to chase p up onto a chair where he would run circles down below him - usually because he was trying to mark or spray him! Peter would be on an important phone call killing himself laughing while this furry long haired rabbit ran circles all around his chair humming (rabbits hum) attempting to abuse p’s legs.

My Dad had a thing for a cartoon character named Bun-Bun the lop eared homicidal rabbit - Bun Bun apparently had a switch blade! That year we threatened to get Dad a rabbit for a pet for Christmas. Little did we know we would be shortly adopting a furry bun - Mum and Dad came for Christmas that year to our house. We couldn't be there when they arrived - so we left a note pinned to the wall that said:

 Dad your Christmas present is gift wrapped and under the tree.

If all you find is wrapping paper and ribbons your present may have escaped.

It has a habit of chewing on wires. If, you find it still twitching with its little teeth wrapped around some live wire, remember your present will go well with a bit of parsley, sage, thyme one or two carrots and some celery.

At this point, Bunka apparently made an appearance on the scene, peering carefully around the doorway to see who was there.

My mother said: “What is that?”

Dad began howling with laughter.... because he knew right away what was checking them out.

The long & short: We adopted him

                               Fell in love with him.

                                And now he's gone...

we are really going to miss him.

peter's eulogy for Bunka:

No more medium dog sized fluff, ears akimbo, galumphing down the hall to meet us at the door.  Furry kinked antenna preceding curious rich dark eyes and fuzzy head, relieving new comers of their status as strangers and greeting old friends.  Long velvet kisses expressing joy, ownership and an endless love.

When I cried in pain he came running

While others -- cats, dogs, even people -- hid.

Brave in his life, secure in his relation to us

His endless bunny love now ended.

A Bunka shaped tear in my heart – I feel bereft and empty.

Loved you little big one.

Your soft, little boy in a bunny suite, body lies under the red maple.

Love you still.

Wing Clipper! Thou and I must speak.

Winkle, our SCAMP/LAP piggy crossed over the Rainbow Bridge between 4:30 and 5:00 am this morning. He was not quite 6 yrs old. We cuddled with him through the night and I hope it made his passing easier.