Pets are hard.
But letting them go is harder.
Hopper had never been a part of our plan, but he hopped into our backyard and practically right into Miss H’s lap and that was that.
I was torn from the beginning on what to do with him; knowing our stay here was temporary; knowing nothing about rabbits.
But the kids named him.
So that was kind of that.
In fairness, I thought we’d be here a bit longer than what it’s playing out to be, and after a bit of research, I felt pretty confident that we could take him back to the Midwest with us.
Then things changed and we learned that after we left for Europe in July we wouldn’t be returning to the island. And we couldn’t very well take Hopper all through Europe with us; even if it was allowed it wouldn’t be fair to him.
We screened a few families and found him a home with a little girl who seems to love him as much as my H does. Even H said she really wanted to be sad, but it was hard when she saw how happy Hopper’s new owner is.
It was a good few months with him. It was nice for me to see where my big kids have grown and matured, the areas where they have naturally begun being responsible, and the areas they’re still working on.
It is certain though, Hopper was dearly loved around here and will be sorely missed; but we are all excited for his new adventure.