He loved when I caressed his ears, patted him on the head and neck. I used to pet him for a while; he licked me and then put his head under my hands to tell not to stop. We could stay like for a long time.
He suffered a lot when it was hot, I let him indoors and he would stretch on the floor to find cool spots.
This love story ended when he was 8 years old. It started with stomach problems and diarrhea. I brought him to the veterinarian, who made him feel better.
But after several days of eating a variety of vegetables again, he relapsed. I always felt guilty, I should have been more careful with his diet.
He didn’t feel well; he was on the terrace, jumped on my lap and after a few seizures, he died in my arms. Needless to say, it was one of the saddest moments of my life.
Moreover, I felt like I was moving to a new stage: I just had decided to stop biology and start studying Professorship in Natural Sciences. A new life had begun for me, but alone, without Fifi.
At the same time, I adopted a gray rabbit, Luimin, but he didn’t have the same personality as Fifi: he was less affectionate and easily frightened. I ended up giving him up…
Oh Fifi, I will never forget you, I know no being can live forever and hoped you would have stayed a little longer, but your memory will forever live on.
Author: Helena Aroyo