CLAWED: 22 years.

It's twenty-two years today since the passing of my first rabbit love. My dearest Clawed, she was a very special bun. So loving; so intuitive, she knew all my moods and how to "manage" me. She was fearless, cheeky, rascally and a real star in every way. Boss of my collie, Misty and my other rabbits too. She inspired me in so many ways and left me with so many memories. I see clover and think of Clawed, I hear blackbirds singing and think of Clawed, I smell fresh hay and think of Clawed. I miss her, still love her dearly, and the other wonderful rabbits that came into my life after her were a tribute to the love we shared.
Bless you Clawdy, my love-bun.

It’s amazing how such teeny creatures can help shape us into the people we become. Clawed sounds like she was one in a million and how wonderful that you found each other.

I’m sure she had a wonderful life with you

I think Clawed and your Molly were two sides of the same coin... very loveable terrors. She ruled!

I think you’re right! Molly definitely ruled too.