::sigh:: I’ve already posted about it, but am too lazy to search for the link.
Anyway, she’s lovely. She belongs to my best friend, who’s leaving Montreal, going to Australia, and then wants to settle in Moronto.
I took Bunny in before, five years ago. She was great - she’d be at the door when I’d come home from work, she would play with my guinea pigs (both now deceased :()… But she chewed up everything. My friend tells me she doesn’t chew anymore, but I fear that a change of environment might make her chew stuff again. When I first took her in, she chewed through the wire of an expensive pair of headphones while I was doing digital music sequencing. She chewed off the dust covers of any book she could reach in my bookcase. She wrecked my futon.
So, now she’s going on six years old, and supposedly doesn’t chew anymore. I still have to tape down the phone cords and what not.
Then comes the whole deal with feeding her. My second, beautiful, guinea pig, Priscilla, died about a year and a half ago. Now I’m going to have to get back into “responsibility mode” and make sure Bunny has enough Timothy hay, pellets, water, carrots, and apples. Plus the burden of carrying cat litter from th grocery store back home.
To top it all off, Bunny will most likely die on my watch. (If she doesn’t, my friend will probably stick her with me when he moves to Moronto.) It’s bad enough taking a three-pound guinea pig to be cremated, but a 10-pound bunny? On the metro and bus?
Anyway, I hope Bunny can still instill joy in me (ike she used to do), and that the whole experience - whether she dies or not- will be a nice experience for me.
