Momo’s Birthday
Four years ago today, Momo the bunny was born.
All the pets birthdays are always of note, but Momo’s is the only birthday that I’m ever really sure of.
On the one hand, every birthday is a celebration of the first day that we met him after he had been abandoned in a box at a pet store. On the other hand, it’s also an unfortunate reminder that he’s getting older, and won’t be with us forever.
Somehow I’ve reconciled with the mortality of the others, but maybe because Momo is the first rabbit that I’ve developed such a close attachment to, it’s hard to imagine that life will actually go on after he’s gone.
I guess he’s destined to be more than a rabbit, in much the same way that Yuki was more than a cat.
