Today I am grateful for my sweet, ever so soft, fuzzy, boy Harrington. Four years ago yesterday, I brought him home from the rabbit rescue.
I really can't believe four years has gone by so quickly. I have learned to cherish each and every day I have with my rabbits. It is a gift I treasure.
Harrington is the softest bunny I have ever had. His fur is like silk. Of course, all his personality comes from his wonky ear. ;)
I love his fuzzy feet and how he is ticklish when I give him nail trims.
I love when he does his "pout" face
I love how he does a big flop on the floor and takes a nap. When a rabbit does this, they feel safe and happy.
I love how he pretends he's just going to "lick" my sewing cabinet not bite it. ;)
But most of all, I love how absolutely sweet he is and how blessed I am that God brought him to me.
I have received a bunch of emails from friends telling me how much they enjoy my animal stories and to keep writing them. So, I decided I would share the post on Harrington's story from 2010.
Razzy bunny had passed away in July of that year. Razzy was friends with Sugie, who you will see in the post. She was such a sweet girl. I lost her in April of 2011. Hannah came to be Harrington's friend and live in Bunnyville in May of 2011. Also, you will see Harrington's fur looking discolored in the photos. This was from him being kept out in the sun by his previous owners.
From 2010:
Doorways of Happiness - Part 2
Since Razzy's death, Sugie and I have been terribly sad. We miss him so much. When a rabbit is "bonded" to another rabbit, it can be a little bit more complicated. You see, rabbits can grieve so much that they make themselves sick and they can truly die of a broken heart. David and I kept a good eye on Sugie and I spent tons of time in the studio with her and gave her lots of attention....but....
she was still incredibly sad. Then, she got sick. Sugie has a genetic disorder called Megacolon syndrome. She will be prone to issues with her digestive tract for her entire life. I have learned what I can do to keep her issues under control. However, stress can triger more issues. She got sick and then got an eye infection. It's like she was crying all the time. I'm still grieving the loss of my Razzy boy, but I didn't want Sugie to die of sadness either...so
A friend of mine told me to go visit a lady an hour away who has a bunny rescue. She had a sweet little bunny named Snoopy who looked just like Sugie. She also had another boy named Simba. Both were under a year old. A little bit of a concern for me as Sugie is 2 and baby bunnies and adult bunnies eat different stuff. I went to the rescue on August 28th. Bonnie, the lady at the rescue, got Snoopy and Simba out of their pens and put them in playpens for me to visit with them. Then out of the clear blue she says, "Oh, did I tell you about Sir Harrington?" WHAT??!!!! did you say???
"Oh" Bonnie says, "I thought I mentioned him." My heart skipped a beat and I got goosebumps. My rabbit drawing I named...the font I use (Harrington) on my patterns....Bonnie is a weaver and also does ceramics (visit her here). On each of the bunny pens in her rescue, she makes a little ornament with the bunny's name on it. I walked to the pen and saw this.
She opened the door and Sir Harrington came running to her. She handed him to me and he snuggled against my neck. I put him in the playpen and he danced around and did binky's (that's bunny talk for happy bunny dance). When I sat down on the grass, he came running over to me and licked my hand and layed down for me to pet him. Bunny people know that when a rabbit licks you, they are saying they love you. Even when I went into the other playpens to visit the other two, Sir Harrington kept hopping around and dancing trying to get my attention. His coloring...chocolate...like Razzy. Needless to say, I filled out the adoption papers and we made our way to Bunnyville.
Harrington is a mixed rabbit, but mostly Havana . His ears go up, his ears go down, but he prefers one up and one down. He comes running for attention and closes his eyes when you pet him.
When one door of happiness closes, another door opens. We just have to find the strength and be willing to look at the open door and walk through it. Sugie and I both needed a hug for our hearts. The hug was Harrington.
Hoppy Friday dear friends.
xx,
Michelle, the Bunnies and the Kitties too