Creek Running North

Hugs Chris, Becky, and Thistle!

she is a gorgeous bunny!  and, what lesley said.

Hello, little bunny!

Keep it up, man. I got here by way of Tbogg, so I knew you had to be a good writer. Share as much as you can with us. Grief can be all-consuming. You gotta let it out. BTW, I’m paying just a little more attention to my 12 yr old Boxer. Good luck.

Poor little Thistle, she misses her buddy, too.
Our thoughts are with you, you need time to grieve the loss of your best friend.

Hello, bunny! I hope all are bearing up well.

Thistle’s so cute, she makes me want a Thistle of my own.

Not sure how bunnies grieve. I feel badly for her.

My youngest cat has lost three of her old ones and when we took Margene (human) to the hospital for knee surgery just after Christmas, the kitty FREAKED OUT.  When we got home, Badb Catha was walking the house as if she was searching, and she occasionally stopped and glared at us as if she was saying “What did you do with her?”

And when Margene got home, Badb was Very Attentive, stayed within touching range as much as she could kittenly do (gotta eat, etc.).

Not that it really matters for purposes of this conversation, but Thistle is a boy.

I do think he’s missing Zeke. Today was the first day he ventured out of his cage since Zeke died. He’s been alternately subdued and friendlier than usual.

I had a friend in college who had an ‘inside bunny’ that was always the life of the party.  I remember being surprised to discover that he had a distinct personality, as I hadn’t been around bunnies before.

I wonder how you handle Thistle outside.  Do you have a fence that keeps him from hopping down the bunny trail, or does he just tend to stay close by while you’re outside?

Thistle is one handsome bunny!

It is funny how people tend to gender-type animals. Fluffy bunny=female, fluffy dog (in my experience) = also female even though to me he looked quite the boy.

I miss bunnies. I also miss bunny poo. Them’s some good fertilizer.

Outside again, into some bit of sun, to a different world. But, spring IS coming.

No individual soul continues on here, but new souls arrive every day. That is the only comfort we have. If you disagree, just imagine the world ending, and you’ll see what I mean.

Bunneeee!

I’m glad to see Thistle.  I’d been wondering how your other furry family members were taking things.

You’re all giving each other lots of hugs, right?

Thistle really hates hugs.

sweet bunny!
Chris, eventually you will cherish the last days with Zeke, and you’ll be able to think of them without feeling the gaping hole in your soul that’s shaped like your beloved canine.

Until then, reach out with your heart, and feel Zeke’s presence. Whether you believe that the soul survives death, or believe that the rememberance of the other is their soul’s survival, matters not. 

I love how you have shared this time with us all. It’s a hard, hard thing, but it’s a noble and good thing you did.

Sravana, with Blossom in her lap

Thistle is so damn adorable—and such beautiful coloring he has!

If he hates hugs, does he hate pats?  Because I totally want to “pat the bunny.” (Random kid’s book reference.) Seriously though, I do.

Pats, hugs, good thoughts, love and whatever else is needed to Thistle and his humans in your shared grief and loss.

sorry—no idea why i thought thistle was female. 

no, buns hate hugs, and they have heavy-duty back legs and claws!  there is a very soft spot just between and behind the ears, and our childhood buns liked a little rub right there.

Speaking of wascally wabbits…

Hee!  Bunny bunny bunny! 

(I get goofy for bunnies.)

Our bunny wasn’t much on laps or hugging, but when he sat in our laps, or, better for him, when he sat in the grass next to us, he liked to have his forehead stroked.  If Thistle likes that, too, I send him virtual forehead strokes.

Lesley - thanks for the link. That’s a pretty amazing video. Who knew? Well, not me, that’s for sure.

My sincerest sympathies regarding that AWFUL card your vet sent you guys.

Because wow, that is one seriously unhelpful card.

Best wishes

Thistle!  It’s so good to see him again.

He has strikingly similar markings and color as my first cat, Bridget, who first entered our house in 1978.  We had a black and white bunny, the Great Bunzo, at the time.  He spent a lot of time trying to hump her.  I was about 8 years old and couldn’t figure out why he always wanted to jump on her back.

Hello Chris and all commenters…

I came upon this blog today via Tbogg, and read many of the Zeke posts, spending the large part of my day weeping seruptitiously in my cube at work....

Chris - your posts are beautiful and poetic. Your pain is so real to all of us. Take comfort that Zeke was a hell of a dog, and had a great life thanks to you and Becky. You’ve more than repaid your Karmic debt to Kudzu.

Now - I hope that you will find it in you to go out and adopt another dog. I won’t waste platitudes about the impossibility of replacing Zeke. You don’t have to. Honor his memory with another young pup to fill your heart and your life with joy.

And give Thistle another playmate.

Peace,
Sarah