Right before Heather's 16th birthday, on a Saturday, the family took a trip to PetsMart for dog food. Little did we know that we would be coming home with a new family member. East Valley Bunny Rescue happen to be there trying to find homes for their bunnies. The lady had out "Cinnamon". A very sweet English Spot bunny that had been released in a park and chased by dogs. This is what happens to a lot of Easter Bunnies. Please everyone, stick to the chocolate kind. That day we came home with "Cinnamon". We soon learned that this was not a good name for him. We took a clue from the cartoon "For Better or For Worse". In the cartoon, Elizabeth's 1st bunny was named "Mr. B". So, "Cinnamon" changed to "Mr. B" which is short for "Mr. B.B Bunnykins" or Mr. Easter Kester as Heather would sometimes call him as he hopped away from her.
Our first night home with "Mr. B" and he did a thing we call "dead bunny". This is when a bunny is happy and content they flip onto their sides. They feel very safe and they relax. It scared Heather and I. We thought he was dead for real. So we call it "dead bunny" when they lay on their sides. Heather was thrilled and loved having her bunny. Her favorite animal since she could talk was bunnies. She was tickled to finally have one of her own. "Mr. B" spent only a night or two in Heather"s room before she decided that he was too noisy and he found a permanent home in the office.
Heather was thrilled to dead when 2 years ago Jenn and I came home with the babies, "Bert and Ernie". It was really odd that when Heather first came home after doing chemo, the bunnies would have nothing to do with her. They could smell the drugs. Heather would wait till she was "clean" and then go lay down on the office floor and let "Bert and Ernie" hop all over her. She loved all the bunnies so much. Usually pet bunnies survive about 8-10 years. Who would have ever thought that "Mr. B" would outlive his beloved Heather.
Another pet for Heather was the cat, "Chloe". She loved to pick her up and hold her. "Chloe" is not a huggy type cat. Many a night I would go into Heather's room and I would ask her if she had the cat. She would look at me with those eyes and say no. I would then hear the cat meow from under the covers. She loved to hold and torture the cat in the best loving way she could. The funniest story comes from the first kitten Heather ever had. She was 2 1/2 years old when I got 2 kittens, one for Jenn and one for Heather. They would hold them and walk around with them. One time when Heather was holding "socky", Heather squealed and dropped the kitten. She grabbed her hands back and told me "Kitty mowing Momy"! I had to stop laughing first before I could tell her that the kitten was purring and that meant it was happy. She giggled and ran to get her kitten to make it mow some more. The photo was taken one day last August. The cat was laying in bed and Heather had to come and snuggle with her. "Chloe" does not look too happy.
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