Dear baby Looney,
I thought I'll have at least 5 more years with you hopping around in the garden, bugging everyone for your apple treat every morning as we have breakfast outside, dashing out from the spider lily bushes whenever someone walks out the side door. Whenever I think about the near future, you've always been in the picture.
I can't say that the way you've left is entirely cruel or absurd, at least it's not cruel to me. I wasn't there, I was more than 200km away from you when you breathed your last breath. But I guess I wouldn't want to have it another way. Till now, I've refused to watch the CCTV footage on 13th December 2012, 9.00pm, or be nearer than 3 feet radius from your so-called grave. Knowing about your death broke my heart, but seeing you fall into your death trap, seeing you dead, would've been too hard for me to get through. So hard that I'll probably swear that I won't keep another mammal pet ever again. I feel bad, for not wanting to bear the thought of burying you, so see you deep asleep, your soul in a faraway land. I feel really irresponsible for that, but you know, till today, I still haven't got the courage to picture you dead. In my head, the only thought I approve of is 'Looney's not here anymore', I'd try to get distracted whenever I start to think about any image of you lying motionless on the ground. I just can't.
Everyone misses you a lot. Even daddy, who couldn't bring himself you call you by your name when you first came home. You've gone a long way, into becoming a huge part of the family. Coming back home, or going to take a breath outside, or eating in the garden just isn't same now. There's no more fluff ball sitting by my feet, twitching his ears as we talk and laugh, no more scratching my legs with your harmless paws when nobody is paying attention to you. It's like there's this huge, black, hole that has come to replace you and I have no idea when it will go away.
I hate eating breakfast in the garden now, or taking in the laundry, or dumping worn clothes into the washing machine, because all of these remind me so much of you. "But he's just a rabbit," I've told myself, but you were so warm and soft and fluffy. I miss you sitting by the door in the morning before I go to school, silently saying hello. I miss you lying flat on your stomach with your chin supported by the ground, looking into the house, as if you want to come in too. I miss you hopping onto your chair, wanting to be a part of us.
I know, you're born to be a prey, helpless and quiet, but if I'll have to rate your life, it would've been a straight 10. You're always happy and active, people love you like you're some god of cuteness, you eat straight from the trees, you get hugs for just stretching or yawning. I really hope that you liked being here with us too.
2 years was way to short, and I'd do anything to bring you back, but you know I can't.
Your maroon eyes will always shine, like millions of stars in the night sky. These memories will remain with me forever, a bunny friend that was so awesome you can't ever find something like him.
Me.
<3
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