Buck was an orangish brown bunny, filled with energy, happiness, and great love. I was around the age of eight when I was curious in purchasing my very own bunny. I went to a local store called coastal. I saw a bunch of bunnies in a cage, and only one stood out to me. I ended up going out to dinner with my parents a few nights later to convince them that I am ready and responsible to take care of my own pet. with plenty of convincing and puppy dog eyes. I went to coastal the next day to purchase MY first pet. The first animal I’ve called my own. As we walked towards the back where the bunnies were located there he was. The last bunny in the cage, it was meant to be. On the outside of the cage was the word “Buck “ originally I thought that was his name, but the worker informed me that that just means he was a boy bunny. After the hours of my sisters and I took on trying to figure out the perfect name. I ended up naming him “buck”. That day was a turning point in my life. It was a new chapter that began. Not only did buck teach me the importance of being responsible but he taught me how to love an animal with my whole heart. Buck saw me grow up. He witnessed it all. From age 8 all the way to 17. I got to spend half of my life with buck. and i am blessed. I included buck in the most holidays i could. I dressed him up on halloween, got to watch him rip open his presents on Christmas, and enjoy his homemade cake on his birthday. Buck was not only a bunny to me. He was a pet that everyone came over to see, who was energetic to the max when he got to run in the yard, and a cute bunny that followed you around the kitchen to stand up for a treat. This story won’t fulfill how Buck really was. Because simple words can’t fully describe him or the love that I have for him. As days grew longer but his time went faster. He slowed down. People always said “they live until their about 10, if that” but I was ready to attend a college where bunnies are accepted because Buck was apart of me, where I am, he will be. I know alot of people just think he is a bunny but to me I am convinced that he knows me best. I hugged him when I cried and took him on walks when we both needed air. I knew buck wasn’t as healthy as he used to be. Getting the news that he had cancer hurt my heart. I also knew he didn’t deserve to suffer. When my mom texted me I was at school. My mom picked me up early so we could take Buck in. I was dreading this day since the day I got him. I never knew it would actually come. I knew the day that Buck passed would be one of the worst. This bunny was a part of me even though he wasn’t human or couldn’t even talk. I loved him. He would bink in the yard, and do circles around me in the house. The last moments I had with Buck was so hard because I knew the second I had to let him go. I had to let a piece of me go as well. I never wanted to imagine my life without Buck but here I am. I’m at peace knowing that I can pray for him and hope he knows that I love him and he’ll forever be missed. I’m at peace, knowing that he is in heaven in hopes that Jesus is holding him because I no longer can. I’m at peace, knowing that he is no longer suffering. The story of Buck is one I will never forget. Because that bunny was unforgettable.
Thank you so much for the letter you sent & this opportunity to share the story of Buck.
Thank you again, Eva Darrow