Goodbye, Georgie Bunny

My sweet George,

Deep down, I always knew the day would come when I'd no longer be able to stroke your velvety coat or tickle you between your ears.  I just wasn't expecting it to come so soon.  As much as I respected the mystery of life and the beautiful freedom of our paths within it, I'd always hoped that yours would be an exception.  This was selfish of me, perhaps, but if you knew how rare souls like yours were to come by in this world, you'd understand why I'd want you with me forever.

Of course, you'd never understand this because doing so is out of line with the very reason I'm asking you to try.  You saw the best in everyone--even me, when I became so overwhelmed with stress that I hardly paid you any attention.  You never judged me or complained.  You refused every apology I offered, insisting it was unnecessary because you loved me and were perfectly happy as you were. 

Not even five years ago, before I believed animal communication was possible, you somehow managed to get through.  There in that tiny cage in the poultry barn at the State Fair, over loud noises and a bustling crowd, you connected with me in ways I've never experienced when you so bravely hopped right to the door and pressed your little twitching nose up toward mine.   You needed my help, and I heard your plea and rescued you from imminent slaughter.  But, looking back, I think it was really you who saved me. 

You showed me how simple is better and encouraged me to avoid getting caught up in petty materialism.  You showed me that no matter how limited I felt, I always had the power to alter my circumstances with nothing more than my own hands (or teeth).  You taught me to let go of my grudges as I watched you persist for Hannah's affection (even after she mauled and bit you) and boldly overcome your fear of dogs.  You convinced me to push past my own fears of giving in to my softer side and to open my heart to love despite resistance from every other cell of my body.  

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Oh, Georgeous Bunny--thank you for choosing me as your human project.  Thank you for the time you've given me with your cutest physical presence.  And thank you for allowing me to say goodbye to that physical form this morning before you made your journey to the next dimension. 

I'm sure I'll still be seeing you now that you are poised to guide me even more magically from your grass-covered meadow on the other side, but I'm going to miss catching you in big your toothy yawns and rubbing that fuzzy gray belly.  



Yours, eternally and gratefully,
Jill

PS - I'll make sure your beloved Hannah gets plenty of cuddling time.  Please help her let me.

Photo by Wendy Colucci:  www.clickshootingstars.com