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| Name: |
Pez
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Age: |
Deceased, Two years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Mini Lop Rabbit
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| Home: |
Gateacre, Liverpool, England
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I
thought I wanted a cat. I begged for a cat. Roy said I could have a
rabbit because we didn't have room for a cat or a litter pan. There was
no question Pez would live inside with us, so there entered the litter
pan we didn't have room for before. I often joked with Roy that had he
just gotten me a cat we wouldn't have ended up with six rabbits... but
had he gotten me a cat, we never would have shared our lives with Pez. I
will be forever grateful that Roy didn't let me get a cat...
Pez was amazing. He instantly taught us what loving companions rabbits
can make, and how little we knew about them! He ripped our wall paper,
ate our plants, chewed all of Roy's computer cables. We learned about
bunny proofing, vaccinations, and lets not forget neutering! He followed
us around the house like a puppy, hence his nickname 'Pezzy pups', or
'puppy'. He gave us kisses, we didn't know a bunny gave kisses, but Pez
did.
We rushed home from our wedding reception because we missed him. We
didn't think it would be fair to leave him alone all day for so long, so
we left long before any of our guests did. Our life revolved around Pez,
making sure he had the best food, the best medical care, leafies (even
if it was 2 am, isn't that why they have all night supermarkets????)
Because he was so wonderful we realized our love for rabbits and soon
got him a friend, Meer. Then suddenly we had 6 rabbits! We used to blame
Pez, 'It's all your fault Pez, if you weren't so wonderful we wouldn't
want more!'. He would just lay there being the fur puddle he was. He
quickly took command of his new warren. The other rabbits respected him
and he was their leader, the Royal Bunny, even the dogs respected him.
He would look at you so regally, so royally, you had no choice but to
think he was distinguished.
It was all those little things that made him so wonderful. How he would
get so excited when it was time for 'leafies' or how he would run at top
speed and bounce around when he was let outside. How he would come
rushing up to you when you would say 'Pezzy? Whats this?' knowing full
well he would get something yummy to eat. He took relaxing seriously,
and would throw himself against the floor, shut his eyes and sleep. He
was our 'fur puddle'. When he didn't want to eat that night we knew
something was wrong, Pez never misses a good munch on greens. We rushed
him straight to the vets...
It happened so suddenly, neither Roy nor I was prepared for it. It was
supposed to be smooth sailing once it was determined there was no
blockage. It didn't turn out that way, and then he was gone. An apple
tree now blooms where he sleeps, but he isn't there, he is in our
hearts, always... We miss you... You can see more pics at
Pez's warren.
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