Butter Scotch was laid to rest along the same tree line as Rocky, Alfie, and several other farm pets. It was a brief affair during the heat of the day, followed by a smattering of rain. The entire extended family came, children and all to pay our respects to the what I know know, was a three year old bunny. Born just a week after my nephew Zack. Butter Scotch was a grey Rex rabbit with extremely soft fur, much like that of a chinchilla. She was grunt, thump the floor, jump about all nimbly-bimbly and spent more than a few minutes licking my ankles, and my wrists. Besides the scars she gave me that first day or two, she was usually fairly pleasant — to me. My kids liked her a great deal. She did eat a rather large hole out of the back of the inlaws leather couch, ruin the living room trim, and destroy more cushions than I can recall. Indoor, outdoor, couch, decorative, you name it, she munched on them all. Dangling cords got got as well. By all measure she was a menace. A fluffy, soft, grey, cuddle puddle menace.
It’s rather sad to walk through the house and see her litter box, carrier, and hutch empty. Bags of bunny treats left unopened. Her Christmas chews still in their cardboard packaging. The smell of the rabbit is starting to recede as well. Soon the floors, towels, trays, and cages will get a last wash for storage and all her summer time shed fur will get vacuumed up, leaving only the physical damage she caused behind in her wake. She was a bright light, burned hard & fast. Rest easy little bunny.
I used to call her Scutter Botch. She was a three year old Rex rabbit. She died after a brief battle with an abscess, and the after affects of the anesthesia used to calm her for its removal. Did not suffer long. Made it through surgery, and the travel home, and quickly succumbed in her own home peacefully. May 3rd, 2022 – July 1st, 2025.
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