When I walked into the living room this morning, something I’ve always dreaded became reality. Our pet rabbit Tarzan lay in the living room without any life signs. Cindy and I knew this was coming as he was very sick and almost 8 years old.
For us, Tarzan was definitely a member of our family. He had his cage in the living room and regularly ran around in the living room when we where at home. The name we gave him was carefully chosen as we previously had a rabbit called fluffy which injured himself and died within half a year after we’ve got him. We decided that our next rabbit should have a strong name and Tarzan it became. He was a very friendly rabbit, but didn’t like to be picked up as he like both feet on the floor.
And strong he was indeed. In our old house he ruined almost all the the skirting in the livingroom, became a daddy and moved with us to our current house. Where he learned that the skirting is not to nibble, there are numerous manners to fetch those leaves of a plant in the livingroom, and running around in our living room so fast that we couldn’t follow him.
Every time you would walk into the living room, Tarzan would run in his cage, and greet you happily, waiting for his cage to be opened so he could run around in the living room. At times he would be jumping up high, especially when provoked by a waving hand until he had enough of the game and would then drop under the table and enjoy the sunshine until it was time to get back in his cage. He knew this because we would open up the closet and he would get a reward for going back into his cage. (Pavlov still has it’s uses 😉 ).
I will miss these moments and it feels like a good friend has left us. There’s now an empty space in our living room, which currently looks horrible, its quiet without this small animal running around in the living room.
Farewell Tarzan, the best rabbit friend somebody could wish.