Before Christmas one of our little bunnies, Fozzy, was very ill. It was absolutely heartbreaking to watch and I really thought we might lose him. Menno said something one evening as we took Fozzy to the vets that made me think a lot. He said that when we first got the rabbits, he never realised how much he’d grow to love them. After all, they are just rabbits, right?
I know some people look down on crazy people like me and I’ve heard comments about how you never realise how much you love something until you have children. But we don’t have children and we’re not even sure that we even want to have them. To us, our rabbits are our children. The number of lovely messages we got from people was heartwarming. From friends and from people I barely know wishing Fozzy a speedy recovery. Other rabbit owners, cat owners, dog owners. They understood.
I’m not in denial about how much I love our bunnies. They mean the world to me. When I was growing up I was lucky enough to be surrounded by animals. I was never one of the cool kids, in fact, I’d even go as far as to say I was a bit of a loner. I had friends, but I was often just as happy in the company of animals. We had chickens, rabbits, guinea pigs, horses, cats, dogs, birds. It was practically a zoo at our house. When I look back, I am so thankful for having such an animal mad family. It taught me so much about love.
Some people and some animals with have no problem with showing you their love and their loyalty. They will be by your side and they know when you’re having a hard time. They show you love in return for the love you give them. There are others where it can feel a bit more of a one-sided relationship. You’d do just about anything for them even though they often can seem rather indifferent to your presence. It’s a bit like that with our bunnies. Sometimes Bella will jump up on the couch with me but within seconds she’s gone again. Usually, I can only get cuddles on their terms if I’m sitting on the floor with tasty treats. But yet my heart explodes with love for these little fur balls.
I’m so happy that I’ve met so many people that understand. It has taught me that doesn’t matter who or what you love, or how much they show their love for you back. If you love something, it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. It’s not a competition or something you can compare. One person’s love of their dog is no more or less than someone else’s love of their cat, or my love of our rabbits. All love is a gift and should be celebrated.
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