Max ❤ Molly

#130/365 Paintings Molly (L), Max (R)

Molly was a single gal until the age of 4 1/2 when she met Max. There’s no better way to put this than… when Max came into the room, Molly, (who has never taken to other rabbits easily—more of a mommy’s girl) melted. Head down, submissive. He scented her pen. She sat there where he scented it for hours after he left. I thought it was a fluke. I brought him in the next day. Same thing. Only this time, she kissed him through the pen (nose schmoosh), just so there was no mistake that she was smitten. Him too. There was another female in the room—younger and un-spayed, but he didn’t notice her. It was all about Molly (spayed). He has great taste, that Max. He’s a thinker. I swear I can hear the gears turning in his mind as he assesses situations throughout the day. He knew what he was doing with her. The perfect gentleman too. Very polite about sharing the carrot. And of course, she was boss. She didn’t know how to groom him. He was patient. He groomed her for 2 weeks without reciprocation until she learned. Her personality changed quite dramatically—amplified. They played constantly. She also became extremely affectionate towards me. She was happy! They often smooshed into me, one on each side of my face—rabbit hug. They were only together her last 5 months of life. But they sure LIVED.

When she was dying, She found a way to hop one last time before her legs buckled under her. It was when he jumped up on the couch nervously looking for her. When she collided into him, he groomed her like there was no tomorrow. As I look back on this, I think she was saying goodbye. She knew long before I did that she was dying. She died 3 hours later.

The next morning he waited for her. He wouldn’t eat his carrot. So I got in there with him and made it seem that I would eat it if he didn’t. So he grabbed it and ate. He’s grieving right along with me. We are together in this. Thanks to Nancy Woolf, I gave him a stuffed rabbit. A rather intellectual Londoner named Sir Squidgy—Max’s intellectual match. He’s been grooming Squidge all day… off and on.

I’m glad she had love. In particular with Max, he’s such a giver. And, they were incredible together.