“Sorrow” – Art Journal Page, 30 november 2015

I’m that kind of lady who builds a petting zoo in her own home…whose house is not a home unless there’s fur and cuddles in every nook and cranny. And we had such a house. Had. Because after we lost two of our beloved pets last spring, last week our two wonderful rabbits died. It happened all so fast and so suddenly.

We found Plum after she’d already passed away last Tuesday morning. She looked so calm that we thought her heart had just stopped beating while she slept. She hadn’t shown any signs of not being well when we’d closed the cage off for the night before. We kept an extra eye on Pear, though, to see if he was allright. If he wasn’t too lonely and if there wasn’t some disease lurking under his skin. But he seemed surprisingly fine, happy and cuddly. We were already preparing to get him a new mate. But then last Saturday morning he wouldn’t eat his beloved morning pear. He turned away, which made us realise something was wrong. I spent much of the day with him, seeing him sliding into being sick more and more. In the evening we took him to the vet who couldn’t find anything. He was a bit cold. So if we kept him indoors for a bit, the vet said, he might get well again.

An hour after we’d tucked him into his warm and comfy nursing cage, we witnessed a most awful scene of a life being taken by an excrutiatingly violent virus. I never knew death could come so fast and remorselessly. All I could do, was soothe him as much as I could under the circumstances and shield the horrible sight from the children, who – alarmed by his cry – had also jumped up to come see what was going on. Pear died in my arms within seconds. I felt life flowing from him while his body still moved. And then the unforgiving silence…and many, many tears.

Plum (black), the French lop and Pear, the Flemish Giant

We had believed Plum to have died a peaceful death, but now we know better. It’s so, so sad. I’m really sad. People may say “It’s only rabbits.” But who says that, didn’t know Plum and Pear. They were the sweetest, cuddliest and kindest rabbits on earth. And they were so crazy about eachother and about us. Both enormous, each weighed over 8 kilos. They were two big, friendly giants…

There is a little magic in every story, they say. And in this case, there is, or at least some striking symbolism. Pear was named after the tree that was planted right beside the rabbit palace (as Plum was named after the other tree by their domain). And he was crazy about those juicy fruits. I gave him half a pear every morning. He would be waiting for me by the gate and jump up against my knees to beg for his half and dash off with it once he got it. The juice would trickle down his chin and make all of his chest muddy and dirty. But he loved it so so much. It was a joy to see. Then, last Friday, he got the last pear of our tree…the last pear. He didn’t even look at the pear we gave him on Saturday morning. It wasn’t from his own tree. If only it had been a fairy tale…and if only I had known his fate was so closely connected to the pears, I would have frozen them until he was old enough to let go…

I miss them sooo much…