Goodbye Momo
I don’t think Momo would want me to be sad, but sometimes it’s hard to ignore the void that used to be occupied by the smooshy tyrannical despot.
Momo, yours was a love of the ages. You redefined rabbits, you broke the mold. No one could tell you what to do unless you let them, and yet you loved so much, so deeply, that you seemed so happy to do what people asked of you.
You entered my life headstrong and brutish, and became the sweetest, most outstanding rabbit I have ever had the privilege of knowing and loving. We taught each other about people and bunnies, and shared something entirely unique. You were the Yuki of rabbits, the one after whom no one could ever really follow.
You melted my heart because you chose to love me. You didn’t just love me because I always fed you, I had to earn your trust. I had to show you that people weren’t dreadful, and could be treated gently instead of with your sharp incisors.
You showed me what an office bunny is. You showed me your thunderous binkies of delight. You showed me how even the largest of cats would cower before you, even when you presented yourself in friendship.
You showed me a love unlike any other, and for that I can never thank you enough. Run, dash, binky . . . devour the green meadows across the Rainbow Bridge and leave a trail of pooties so that others will always know how to get there. I love you, Momo.
a wee movie of Momo – ignore the painfully unfunny dialogue in the background
