Badger Blue

I want to tell you all a story of the bunny rabbit that touched our lives in the most expected way. When I arrived home during the June holidays I found that my siblings, including my “adopted” brother Calvin, had bought a tiny, black, pocket bunny. They had named her Badger Blue, after a computer game character, which got a little confusing, because she was a she and she was black and certainly not a badger. It was strange, but we loved it, and her, anyway.

Badger quickly snuck into our hearts and for a large part of the holiday she was cuddled up on someone’s lap while we watched movies. When you sat on the floor with your back against the couch she loved to snuggle into the hollow of your back. Sometimes she would sit by our feet and keep them warm. She was also so tiny that she could fit into a large coffee mug comfortably. 

Near the end of the holiday though she stopped eating and stopped hopping around as much as she used to. One night she was very jumpy and her heart was racing. We went to bed and the next morning we discovered that she had passed away. In a month and a half a tiny soul had given us so much joy. I still miss that little bunny.