In his youth with us he was big into leaping and hopping around like a big silly fluffy cloud. He loved to rub his chin on all the furniture and mark it as his own, letting the guinea pigs know that he owned the place. When he felt naughty he would sneak up on you and try to nibble holes in your clothing before you noticed what he was up to! In his middle age he calmed down a bit and began a new phase of bunnydom. We used to joke that since he had black ears and a black nose and deep grey feet that he was a little goth in his wizened outlook on life. We thought he would write poetry about how the night is dark like his soul or that the world is cold like his life, perhaps he wore skinny jeans and had a garage band that got together to practice while we were at work. All of this creativity was to earn the affections of our friend Sarah that we think he had a crush on. She is adorably petite and blond and he fancied himself her knight in shining armor.
As a senior bun he used to while away the hours sitting on top of his castle soaking in the sun. He would rarely stir unless pressed with treats or pets, he would rather warm himself than be bothered by our activities. He looked like a steamed bun with his ears resembling grill marks so we called him manju bun during these long naps. Even the guinea pigs demanding food could not wake him when he committed to these relaxations
We never set out to be bunny parents, I always assumed that we would be dog, cat, and guinea pig parents, but never bunnies. I am unsure if we will ever care for another rabbit, but rest assured if another homeless bun crosses our path he or she will be welcomed with love and a castle in the sun. We love you Mr. Bun and we will look forward to seeing you again someday.