I was cuddling with Fitzi this morning stroking her little ears. A gray spot on her ear caught my eye and I was reminded how that spot came to be. I thought you might enjoy the story behind it.
Fitzi and Hemingway didn't have the easiest time bonding (mostly because of Fitzi - she adored Hemingway when she met him at the Red Door, but once he was on HER turf, she turned snarly and snotty). The two of them had some epic scuffles, even with me doing my best to stay between them and keep the peace.
During one such scuffle, Hemingway bit clean through Fitzi's ear. I rushed Fitzi to the vet, who treated her war wounds with an antibiotic and told me not to worry about her ear. I did, though - I felt like an awful mother. Slowly, the hole started to heal - and when it did, the fur that grew in was a soft gray that exactly matched Hemingway's fur. Fitzi's fur is all white, except for a few gray spots on her back. By this time, Fitzi and Hem were bonded and hated to be away from each other.
That little gray spot on Fitzi's ear always makes me recall the beginning of their relationship and how Hem managed to soften the cranky old girl into a loving, adoring bunny. And now that Hemingway's gone, the tiny gray spot is a constant reminder of him. The gray reminds me of him, of all the love that he brought to her - and to my life as well. Even though it started out with a bite, it now seems like a kiss from an angel bunny.
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