Babs is our lone rabbit now. Three weeks ago, our other bunny died. They had been together, a bonded pair, for two years. Now Babs is on her own, but it seems to suit her. She doesn’t act lonely or upset. She’s always been a bossy lady. Without anyone to boss around, at least she gets to have everything her way.
I sheepishly admit that I love her more now than I did before. It’s like all the love that I had for the two of them, I now have just for her. And I feel a special sympathy and kinship with her because I suppose she must miss Mr. Buns at least as much as I do. Even if she doesn’t show it in a way that I can understand. Plus she’s the only other female in the family, so we have that in common, too.
She’s my girl and I’m her mum.