George was eleven years old, which means he’s had a pretty long and happy life for a domestic bunny. In his early years, we briefly tried him out as an indoor bunny, but he (and the phone cords) preferred that he live outdoors. He shared a home his first year with (and had hoped for romance with) our guinea pig, Sweetie.
He’s traveled with us for each of our six moves in the last ten years, so he was one of the most well-traveled rabbits I know. One day, he actually spoke to me…or so it seemed at the time.
Spent pansy blossoms were his particular favorite treat. I won’t know what to do with my dead- headings this summer.
Here’s a photo of T.G. and his big sis, Emily, taken in Wellfleet about seven years ago.
We will miss you, George.