I was gonna talk about how stubborn and wild Brown Bunny has always been. How he's never accepted that he's in a safe place and that I'm not a predator. How he's never wanted to be held, but will allow a pat on the head now and then before scampering away. How he's rejected toys I offered, but will play with them after I've walked away. How he head-butts my legs as I rearrange his stuff. How he patrols the edges of his pen like such a tough guy, but then he spends every afternoon leisurely stretched out to have Little Girl groom him.
I was just gonna say how odd it is to be near an animal so long and still have that distance.
But I end up posting now after we've already said goodbye to him, as he passed away the other day. So this is a tribute to Brown Bunny. Untamed to the end, which was his right, but secretly he was a gentle giant and my friend.