Firstly, sorry about the long post. I hope you understand. My beautiful grey lop, my house bunny, Timothy, hopped over the Rainbow Bridge on 24th August. He was only 3 years 8 months old. It was totally unexpected. I am truly heartbroken. I was no way prepared for this. A few days ago I was talking to a friend about Timmy. Her husband (who has a lovely spaniel) overheard and said "is this about the rabbit?". Shrugged his shoulders and turned away. I realised then that apart from me, my husband, family and few close friends, nobody "knew" Timothy. There was no common ground with other bunny owners, walking in the park, or at the grooming parlour, comparing bunny stories. To this person, Timothy was nothing, insignificant, just a rabbit, and it hurt me bad because he wasn't and he deserved more. I knew then that I needed to tell lots of people about Tim. That he was born, that he lived, that he existed, that he had personality, character, and what a special and beautiful little creature he was. I found this forum and knew there would be understanding people here. It will so help me that I can tell you about my little Timbob Roo, Jelly Belly, Sir Poop A Lot, Human Bean, Courious George, Silly Wabbit.....
We adopted Timothy at 6 months old. My son and his girlfriend were his mummy and daddy but change in work commitments meant they couldn't give him the time he needed. He was mottled grey and white with the softest long fur, beautiful markings, sort of harlequin effect with one ear darker than the other and a white stripe along his face and nose. He was never kept in a cage. We made him a lovely home in the garage, with a connecting door to the kitchen and he had run of house and garden. He would follow me everywhere. His favourite resting spot was at the kitchen doorway or the hearth or under the table. Heaven forbid if there was anything in his way of being able to stretch out. Greeting cards, candles, ornaments..all gone out the way with either his teeth or nose! He didn't like to be picked up or cuddled, but he loved being petted - on his terms. If he didn't want to be stroked, he lift his head up to push my hand away then hop off to lie in a different spot with his bottom facing me! He was a licker though. He was master of binkys, flops and 'periscope'. Seems like he could stand up on his back feet forever. We fixed a stair gate and he would wait for me coming down, up on his legs, just waiting. Noise never bothered him. He thrived on things going on around him. He never got out of the way of the vacuum, drill, hammer, jet wash, lawn mower. Everything belonged to Timothy. He was always there, whatever we were doing, causing mischief. "Checking up again Tim?" my husband would say. He responded to my husbands whistles and with a shake of the treat bag, he'd be up and across the room like a rocket. He would scratch at the patio door to be let out, scratch to be let in. We'd play 'chase'. Sometimes I'd hide. Sometimes he'd come look for me, other times he'd flop down as if to say "I'm done. You're not playing the game". He loved dandelions and carrot tops.
I could watch him forever, eating, sleeping, washing, resting. I remember him lying there, not so long ago. He was looking at me for a long time. Really looking at me. And I looked back into his eyes and said "What you seeing, Timbo?". I thought at the time, is this a bunny showing love? Does he love me as much as I love him? I guess he did. I hope he did. Despite the best diet, he was prone to episode of statis. We think it was one too many this time. Perhaps one day I can write about that day but at the moment it hurts too bad, especially with the guilt I am feeling. I have cried everyday. It is getting a little easier. I’m trying to focus on the happy times, but it is hard because I miss him so much and I still can't believe I will never see him again, touch his fur, hear his lovely little piggy grunts when he was happy running around my feet or playing our game of chase. Not in this world anyway. He was a little bun that's left a rabbit shaped hole the size of a dinosaur.
So that is my Timothy. Put on this earth to bring joy to two people for a short time, and put the world to right. Thank you Timbob Roo. And thank you all for taking the time to get to know him a little bit too. He so deserved it. He was a little star…..
This is my favourite photo. He was in deep slumber here.... I miss him so much.