Chapter 82 - Till Death Do Us Part
*Dis bez Enzo. I let Mocha write dis week's chapter 'cause he haves a message for Abigail to give to Hobo, since Hobo wit her now. We all sad here at da House of Buns.
Hobo,
You were truly my Best Bun Friend Forever. I could not have asked for a better friend. I remember that day, eight years ago, when you literally dropped into my life – like an angel from heaven. I was living alone in that outdoor hutch - which we called Mocha's Palace – when someone opened the door and plopped you down inside. It could have ended badly, but we hit it off right away. I was lonely, and you, having been roaming the streets, needed a place to live. That's why Alvin named you Hobo.
There we were, two orange/tan lops who looked like twin brothers. Suddenly, the long dark nights weren't so cold and lonely, now that I had someone to snuggle with. We played in the courtyard together. You'd binky and escape to explore. You'd make the hoomans go look for you, until "Future Dad" built a fence around the courtyard to keep you from escaping.
You were so funny when you made the hoomans chase after you when it was time to go in. We'd hide together in the mechanical room where it was warm, hoping they wouldn't find us. And we'd always look forward to "Treat Thursdays" when Aunt Chelsea, Uncle Russell, and Future Dad would bring us treats.
Future Dad always whispered to me, "When you are done looking after Alvin, I promise I will give you a better home!" He was true to his word. I'll never forget that night he and Auntie Lauren came and scooped us up. I was so scared, but having you beside me made it less scary. I'm so glad they took us together!
Then, our six year mission aboard the Starship Bunnyprise began. We went from living outdoors in Mocha's Palace to living indoors aboard the Starship Bunnyprise! No more being cold in winter and hot in the summer. We had heat and air-conditioning! Instead of our litter box being cleaned once a week, it was cleaned every day. And EVERY day was Treat Thursday - twice a day! What a life!
You took the mission "to boldly go where no bun has gone before" seriously when you'd escape from the deck and wander over to the neighbor's yard. Dad and I worried so much. Once again, he had to build a fence around the deck to keep you from escaping. You were such a rascal!
We were like that old TV show, The Odd Couple. You were always a slob, like Oscar, and I was always the neat one, like Felix. Sometimes, it frustrated Dad, but I didn't mind. I loved you.
Every day, we raced each other to the food tray. I learned to never get between you and the food tray because you were like a freight train coming through! You never got over your food insecurity from your younger days and would vacuum everything on the tray. I didn't mind. It made you a better pillow – lots of padding.
You were always such a big goofball. Like when you'd stand up and fall over backwards. Or when you'd roll over on your back and get stuck like a turtle on its back. Or when you’d play dead to scare Dad.
We did everything together. We even went to the litter box together! As I got older, you always looked after me and let me snuggle against you, even if you weren't sleepy. You'd watch over me so I could relax and sleep more soundly, knowing I was safe.
I knew something was wrong that day when you didn't get up and race me to the food tray. You were fine when we went to bed. But then you weren’t when we woke up. I asked Dad to fix you, like he'd done many times before. I didn't even say goodbye to you when he put you in our carrier. I was sure you'd be back.
But when Dad came home with an empty carrier, I knew our mission was over. He told me even our Supervet couldn't save you this time. Like we used to say to each other, "BBF’s forever. Till death do us part."
I'm asking our rabbit angel Abigail to tell you how much you meant to me. My life was so much better because you were in it. Thank you for being my BBFF, Hobo. I loved you. I always will. I miss you.
I hope someday we'll both be rabbit angels like Abigail and help save bunnies on earth. There will be room at the House of Buns when we are both gone, so we know where to send them! Until then, goodbye Hobo.
Your snuggle buddy,
Mocha
Mocha has a message for his BBFF.
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