November 8th – Chipper

I’m thankful for the three little pounds of softness and quiet sweetness named Chipper.

I’m thankful that he was my pet for six years.

I’m thankful that when I visited home last year June I held him in my arms, and he was happy and calm, and even licked me – and I kinda knew it might be the last time I’d get to hold him.

Five months later, on a sunny November day (the 8th, to be exact), he died, at the good age of eleven years old.

I cried that day, and I cried a little today, remembering. But it’s a joyful sadness, because this little bunny was truly a blessing in my life.

The bright, blue eyes; the soft, velvety nose; the tall ears and the little paws; they told my heart what I struggled to feel – the love and goodness of my Creator. If He could make something so sweet and full of life as my darling bunny, He must be good. And how much more does He care for me? Unfathomably.

I miss his nuzzles in the morning – when I’d open his cage, and he’d hop over, and just sit contentedly as I stroked his nose.

And playing tag on the living room floor – he could be a stinker, making me scramble to catch him, but it was fun.

It’s funny – he was just a little thing, not so significant in the grand stories and important dreams of the world; but even small things hold the fingerprints of Heaven, and I felt His love in my three-pound bunny.

Thank You, Lord, for my darling Chipper.