RIP sirius black

last night, as i was watching LOTR1 with some friends, i got a text from my mom.
usually texts from her are about new craft ideas for the boutique or silly pictures of grant being a freak.
but not this time. this time it read "annie i'm so sorry but sirius black died."
at first i was thinking, "well DUH mom, he died in book 5 and there's nothing we can do about it."
but then reality hit me with a brick and i realized that she wasn't talking about harry's godfather.
she was referring to my pet bunny. my heart sunk. my eyes got all watery. my bunny was gone.

but let us not reflect on what is now gone, but what there once was.
sirius, fully named "don carlos sirius black taylor", was a fluffy black bunny who lived life in a hutch to the fullest. despite the piles of poop and the persistently heartless harassment from our dog, gracie, he never stopped being so stinkin' adorable.

i'm almost positive that his most favorite pasttime was when i'd let him hop around the backyard. we would spend hours chasing him through pokey bushes and behind trees. after a few times, it hit me that he probably took advantage of this freedom. it literally took hours because it was practically impossible to catch him and put him back in the hutch. and i think he preferred this game when it continued into the PM. he could blend into the night and it was like he knew he was being funny.

and then there were the days i would walk him down the street on his bunny leash. showing him off to the neighbor children. he hated the leash. and the children. but there's no doubt in my mind that he enjoyed being the center of attention. what more is cuter than a tiny ball of fluff bouncing down the pavement? you tell me.

i'll never forget each time i went outside to feed him (and albus too, of course) copious amounts of carrots, lettuce, and generic bunny feed. he was always so happy to see me (probably the food more than me, but i liked to think that he really wanted to see me). and there is nothing i liked more than making my bunnies happy with food. because honestly, who doesn't feel the instant happiness food brings to oneself?

i hope that sirius enjoys bunny heaven and that he has fields of greenery to hop across and baskets of fresh carrots and treats to snack upon. he was the best bunny a girl could have ever purchased while her parents were out of town. and even though he was often a brat, who hated children and scratched arms into shreds whenever he was picked up, my little buddy will be greatly missed by many a person, dog, rabbit, et cetera.

don carlos "sirius black" taylor 

may 5, 2011-march 1, 2012