Today we said a sad goodbye to our rabbit She’s-Just-A-Little-Half-Pint (a.k.a. “Half Pint”). Half Pint was our oldest rabbit (although, at five years, not that old for a bunny). She’d been on antibiotics for an infection she had gotten a few weeks ago, and we thought it had been taken care of, but evidently not. Tracey found her ill on Sunday morning, and after consulting with our vet today, made the hard decision to have her put down.

Half-Pint was a mini-lop who we took in from another family who didn’t want her and who had been keeping her all alone in their laundry room - sad surroundings for bunny who loved people and craved attention. From the very start she loved being with us, and the feeling was mutual. Half Pint loved to be loved, and was always ready for your complete and undivided attention at a moment’s notice.

Half Pint loved to be cuddled, kissed and hugged, and she loved to give bunny kisses back in return. She loved being let out of her cage area and would tear around the house, sliding around the tile and wood floors. She was fearless, and wasn’t afraid to show the other rabbits in our house who was boss. More than anything, she loved darting under our Christmas tree to tinkle the glass bell ornaments we’d be sure to hang on the lowest branches just for her. She snored whenever she would nap, and I’ll miss the sound of her squeaks during the day while I’m at the home PC.

Rest in peace, Little Half Pint - you loved to be loved, and you sure experienced a lot of it in your life. Most animals should be so lucky. You were loved, and you will be missed.