22:49.

We brought Truffles on the 13th, a Monday and she was almost like an anniversary gift for us. White of coat but black of ears and eyeliner-ed, she was a joyful introduction to pet keeping. Despite the cleaning her butt and litter and her vigorous eating habits, she was an active, intelligent rabbit. Was apparently 8 weeks old when we got her so she would have been 9 weeks this week.

When we got home, she would hop about the cage near the side closest to us. Maybe she wanted food but I like to think she was welcoming us :)

When we stood at the kitchen and looked down at her cage from the wall window, she learnt to look up quizzedly.

First time I fed her hay, she took it immediately and munched so happily and excitedly at it.

She was learning to pee at the litter box, not in the cage.

When we put a finger or thumb on her little head, she would lay down, expectantly, to be stroked. Sometimes, she would spread her paws outwards and just look relaxed as a rug.

When we got home just now at about 10 past 6, earliest possibly we have been home from work before, we found her lying on her side in an awkward position, eyes tightly close.

I didn't dare touch her but Ray said she was already a bit cold and she was definitely stiff.

Cried over it just now and reconciling how strange it is that that little bundle of life is now no longer in the corner of our living room.

We even talked about who would take care of her when I'm away for women's retreat or when we are away on hols but all that's moot now.

And of course, I ask why. That's how my head is wired. But I know God is good and He is faithful and all things one day will be answered. If any thing, I learnt to love and give and I hope that little animal enjoyed the last 10 days she was with us.

Never had a pet before this.

So strange knowing she cannot be replaced 'cause she is a unique living creature.

My God knows even when a sparrow falls to the ground so I know He knows what happened to Truffles and allowed it and if my God saw it fit to happen, I'll trust in His character and know that all is still good.

RIP, Truffles. You were a great bunny.