The first time I saw Jig, he was in a bad situation. His breeders had sold him to a youth breeder, kindly hoping to help her get started. When she contacted me about possibly purchasing him, she was in a bad spot in her life, and could not care for the rabbits properly. No food, empty water bottles, dirty cages and a smelly, damp location - just an all round bad deal. She took Jig out and let him run up and down the boards supporting her cages- here was this skinny, probably hungry bunny, gallumping happily up and down the boards, visiting every cage, flirting with the does, and popping over to where we were every once in a while to check us out. I had to take him home. And I never regretted it, not for one minute.
As a breeding buck, he was full of surprises in some of the colors that popped out when bred to other black otters. But he stayed fertile well into his 6th year, and would still practice on his soft ball- doing his thing, and then stopping and looking at me out of the corner of his eye as if to say "see Mom, I still have it! Bring on the does." He loved the exercise pen, and I always put him in the central one, so he could visit the buns in the other pens and discuss the issues of the day- like was the kale fresh that morning and would there be the possibility of banana some time soon?
He had to be the first bunny to be greeted in the morning, the first fed, the first loved on- and if he didn't get enough love or attention, he would thump loudly. LOUDLY. And give you the stink eye until you returned to his cage and rubbed his head a little more- always aware of where I was and what other bunny was getting attention.
He died in my arms. I know that sounds corny, but he did. He was a bit off his feed, and I had been having some bloat issues with other bunnies, so I gave him baby gas drops and put him in a small exercise pen. He ate greens, and didn't really hunch up- it was more like he kept looking off into space, listening. I picked him up to give him some gas drops later on, and he had a seizure and left me. I know he is not gone forever. Never gone from my heart. Only from my vision, for now. For I know, as God is good, I will see him again. Jesus said "Behold, I make ALL THINGS new". Wait for me at the Bridge, Jiggy, with the rest of the crew, when my time comes. And til then, binky free, binky high, and eat everything in sight. You are loved.