In a bid to cheer me up and as a late birthday present for the worst birthday ever, my OH bought me a beautiful 10 week old rabbit yesterday. He put the hutch together. He levelled the ground and laid the slabs for the hutch to stand on by hand (he's a paraplegic and I'm always amazed by his ability to live a normal life, there truly isn't much he can't adapt to!) and as I watched him do these things over the last couple of days I am reminded of how much he loves me and how much he just wants to see me happy. For that I'm very lucky.
I've named my bunny Lilly. She's the 4th rabbit I've had now. Sadly I had to have my last rabbit Ben put to sleep a few weeks ago at almost 11 years old. Lilly looks much bigger than she is, she's really very small in my arms but at least she is in my arms and I feel a tiny tiny bit less empty for having her there. She can't replace our baby, nothing can but I hope she can begin to help my heart with the healing process. I hope... 🐰 💕