My adopted parents gave me my rat, Autumn, to me for my birthday two years ago. She was the most delightful small pet I’ve ever had. They told us at the pet store that the life expectancy of a rat is only two years, so as this birthday approached (back in September), I realized Autumn was getting old. I decided that it would be nice to have another pet by the time Autumn died, so I began looking for a bunny.
My reasoning here was that even though Autumn was a lot of fun, she also required being held when she was out of her cage. I wanted a pet that could scamper around my feet, sit in my lap, and not climb up walls or disappear into minuscule holes. But, despite searching (and some praying) for a little bunny, I couldn’t find any.
On Thanksgiving day one of the things I told my family I was thankful for was how long Autumn had lived – at least three, probably more like five or six, months, past what I was expecting. And… that night when I went to feed Autumn, she had died.
Our house was full of nieces and nephews who are quite practiced in having animal funerals (living on a mini-farm gives that type of experience), so my sister (their mother) said they’d probably enjoy helping bury Autumn.
As it turns out, they were fantastically wonderful at recreating funerals for Autumn. Thankfully since I was prepared for her to die of old age, I was sad, but not overly much. Mostly I was just happy that she’d been such a fun pet and lived so long and had died in a very non-dramatic way.
That night after we’d buried her, several of my family members helped me look up bunnies again. And, praise God, we were able to find some! Only, these were an hour and a half away. Very generously my dad offered to drive me there the next morning, and to join in the fun, my little brother tagged along.
To give my little bunny a better chance of living long and healthy, my sister suggested I actually buy two so they could keep each other company. (This is also because we thought I was going to get a six week old bunny, but instead I ended up getting two-month old-ish bunnies.)
Scribbles Monticello was the name I had picked out for my bunny way back in September, so all I had to do was figure out which bunny was Scribbles and pick her out. The white-nosed bunny fit scribbles perfectly.
It was a bit harder choosing my second bunny (since I hadn’t been planning to get it), but before long I had picked her, too. I’m still trying to come up with a name for the second bunny, because, strange as it sounds, it’s much easier for me to pick a pet that goes with a name than pick a name that goes with a pet.
One idea for a name I like a lot is Whimsical Ink, because then I could either call the bunny Whimsy or Inky, and both those names are rather cute. I also like the ideas of Limerick, Molly, Hazel, and Whimsical Synopsis. So! If y’all have a suggestion of what I should name Scribbles Monticello’s sister, then just leave it in the comments to help me decide. 🙂
And yes, both my lovely, fluffy little bunnies are currently sitting in my lap as I write. Happy Monday, everyone!