Savannah
This page is devoted to our precious Savannah, our very first rabbit and most likely the only one we will ever love as much as we loved her.
Savannah was special. It wasn't simply because she was our first rabbit, although that certainly made her special from the start. She was special in her own little way. She taught me so much about rabbits in general as I learned what I now know. She taught me about rabbit behaviors...both the good and the bad. She taught me to be patient. She taught me that rabbits are extremely intelligent creatures. She taught me that a rabbit can give just as much love as any other animal can, and that rabbits can be just as devoted to their owners as any dog one can imagine.
Savannah had an attitude. When we first got her, she scared me with that attitude and I thought I had the devil in disguise on my hands. After only a few weeks I took her back to the pet store to exchange her because I couldn't handle her aggressiveness. The very next morning however, I felt so guilty that I went and "purchased" her again (which meant I had two rabbits then). I wanted to believe she wasn't mean so I spent days scouring the internet, hours at a time, until I found the information I needed to "fix" her. As it turned out, I was the one who needed "fixing." I had been doing everything all wrong. I started giving her the space she needed to feel safe. I stopped dragging her out of her cage every time I wanted to play with her and started letting her come out to play on her own. When I stopped being the "aggressor" she started showing me just how much love she had to offer.
I remember sitting on the couch many evenings, with a small gray bunny on my chest, licking my nose while I watched television. She would thump the floor, hop the 3 feet up onto my lap, dig at my shirt until she got any wrinkles she didn't like arranged just so, and then curl up in a ball to snuggle. Sometimes I would sit in the floor with her and watch her run and play. She would shoot across the room, jump in the air with a back-flip, and run hop on my lap. Then she would be off again in a flash looking for something to get into.
I taught her how to walk on a leash. She fought the harness at first but soon grew to love it because wearing it meant outside play time. She loved going to the park, or to the lake, or to the mountains to hop around and explore new places. She would rustle through the leaves, dig in the dirt, nibble on fresh clover and just enjoy the great outdoors...
I could spend days telling you stories about my precious Savannah and her wonderful personality. She brightened my day without even trying. When we started our rabbitry and I began acquiring more rabbits, she got jealous and demanded that I pet her more. I was not allowed to feed or pet another rabbit before I gave her sufficient attention. If I even attempted to do otherwise, she would stomp her feet and raise a ruckus until I stopped what I was doing to pay attention to her. My little rabbitry will forever be lonely now. No matter how many rabbits come and go through here, none will ever live up to her personality and style. After all she put me through, she made me love her anyway and I will miss her forever.
Goodbye my precious little Savanna Banana. Please visit me in my dreams...
It is possible you will see something almost identical to this page on a blog called "The Oz." That is our blog so no, this page is not "stolen" from there.