Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

Real life | 14 July 2012

Farewell then TT, the two-tone bunny rabbit. Your name was not particularly innovative, but in every other respect I feel you had a good innings.

You were found at the side of the road in a plastic box. Whoever left you had not even put straw in there to make you a bit more comfortable. 

You arrived at the Kite family zoo one Christmas and settled in immediately. That was back in the days when BB, the giant black bunny, was alive. Yes, I have always struggled slightly with the naming of rabbits. 

When black bunny arrived, via a friend who was struggling to cope with how big he was getting, it was obvious that he would need a catchier name than black bunny and so BB it was.

BB grew and grew until he was the size of a spaniel and to all intents and purposes a spaniel he became. He ran to the front door to greet me when I returned home, making happy little grunting noises as he came. He slept on my bed. He loved the garden, accessed by a huge cat-flap which he would crash in and out of day and night.

But the thing he loved most was chasing the cat up and down the hallway, which was a wonder to behold. Louis the tabby was never best pleased about this and it was, in many ways, a blessed relief for him when BB finally relinquished the stage.

I loved BB like a soul mate and was grief-stricken when he crawled under my bed one night instead of leaping on top.

He made a strange sound as he passed, which I took to be goodbye. I’m not kidding when I say that I hope we shall meet again.

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