At least you have Mr. or Mizz Bun under your tree. I had rabbits years ago. A miniature ball of brown and white called Bopper and a large elegant dude in black called Abraham. I could get Bopper to thump down hard on my bedroom floor by smacking my hand down. Once, when I was pushing my face into Abraham's belly he kicked me with his strong back legs. I still have the scar down my cheek. I really loved those guys.
I feel similarly <3
A new empty space
A place for new happy things
Something pocket sized
At least you have Mr. or Mizz Bun under your tree. I had rabbits years ago. A miniature ball of brown and white called Bopper and a large elegant dude in black called Abraham. I could get Bopper to thump down hard on my bedroom floor by smacking my hand down. Once, when I was pushing my face into Abraham's belly he kicked me with his strong back legs. I still have the scar down my cheek. I really loved those guys.