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| Name: |
Nuna
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Age: |
Deceased, Five years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Netherland Dwarf Bunny
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| Home: |
Bulgaria
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Midnight.
Christmas night 2001. Imagine you see the most beautiful and
innocent eyes watching you as you hug this sweet and puffy little ball.
She was the most perfect and sweetest thing I have ever seen. I fell in
love the first time I led my eyes on her. After this night she used to
wake me up every single day scratching the walls of her home, trying to
remind me it's time for her breakfast.
We had a ritual every single morning. I took her out of her cage and let
her run freely in the bathroom. Every time when I went around I could
take a look at her through the open door. She was so very small this
first winter and it was really cold. So every time when I went around to
look what she was doing I was like "Oh, my goodness, where is she?" On the
second day I knew she was very clever. Every time when I was surprised
where she was, she was on the top of our laundry basket sitting next to
the heater.
First she was our little explorer. She was so curious about everything
new, and everything that surrounded her. You could see her walking in
the corridor next to the bathroom exploring new things. But every time
when she was on her journey she knew she should stay in the bathroom
where her kingdom was. If I suddenly went in and said: "Hey, little
fella, what is going on here?" she would look at me filled with guilt
and would find the way to the bathroom all by herself. I remember once,
it was so sweet, I caught her on the act. I was sitting in the living
room watching TV. Then suddenly I heard a strange noise from somewhere
behind me. Oh, what a surprise! I was looking at our little bunny
invading the living room (while she knew perfectly well it's forbidden
territory). There she was, trying to hide in the shadow of the table,
sneaking in the corner. Well, it was pretty hard for me running in the
room, trying to catch her. As I said, she was not stupid at all. She
tried to hide under every single piece of furniture she found on her
way.
This kind of chasing was something usual for us - it happened every
single day. This time of the day came when I had to catch her and put
her back in her cage for the night. She hated that moment. First she was
so trustful. I was going into the bathroom taking something delicious
with me. But it worked just for several times. Then she started acting
like a little rebel. We had to run all around the bathroom trying to
catch her - an exhausting task it was. Then we started trying a new way
of catching her every day. First we used her curiosity. We set a trap,
knowing she couldn't miss. We opened our laundry basket, tied a string
to the cover (like a mouse trap) and waited. It lasted just for a
minute. In a blink of my eye she was in the basket trying to dig a hole
in the laundry. Next moment the trap was locked. I could see her face
saying "Oh, damn it! How could I be so stupid! But wait for tomorrow!".
Well, of course on the next day she just looked at the trap and then at
me as she wanted to say "Hey you- you think I'm so stupid- try me". And
I found my self again running all over the bathroom trying to catch
her... Again!
It wasn't just once that I felt the sharpness of her teeth. When she
didn't like something she was aggressive and bit like a little doggy
And just like one she loved her "house" (made of a box) in the middle of
the bathroom. But there is something else I could never understand. As
much as she loved sitting in her house, she loved biting it and tearing
it apart. There was a specific sound when she gripped her teeth deep in
the paper box and tore it apart. Once I heard this sound coming from the
bathroom (no matter the closed door and the fact I was in the kitchen
). I found her tearing the box and the parts of it were scattered all
around. She was sitting in the middle of this mess, looking at me in a
triumph but so happy as if she was on a golden throne.
She was like a little baby in the room. You know every single sound of
your baby and if you can't see but hear that there is something
different you can hear the alarm in your head. So here is the story. One
night as I was sleeping very deep suddenly I felt there is something
different in the room. In my sleep I said to myself "Oh, there is some
animal making noise". Then shocked I woke up and thought "Oh, my goodness,
there cannot be any animal in the room." You can imagine a sleepy person
and the stupid thoughts that come to their mind. Then I fell
asleep again. After a minute or two I could hear the strange noise again. So
in my deepest sleep I thought "It should be the cat". Totally woke up I
jumped and thought "oh my god, we don't have a cat!" Then I turned the
lights on and froze. My little sweetie was just next to me in the bed.
When the room was full of light, I could see the confusion in her eyes.
Somehow she opened her cage and jumped on the bed making noise with her
little feet in the sheets. And that's what I heard.
There are so many sweet stories during these five years. Every single day
was a sweet story with her. Waking me up, scratching her cage was an
every day sweet story. Now there is no cage in my room and the bathroom
is empty (although I still can hear the sound of her tearing the box
sometimes), and there is no sweet sound to wake me up every morning. But
I know she is waking the angels now every morning scratching all over
the place. And I know she was the happiest bunny on earth surrounded by
so much love. Million kisses Nuna, wherever you are.
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