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i named him technoblade 2.

my handsome little guy. my partner and i adopted sweet when he was one. his previous owner lived in bellingham and couldn't keep him, so she put him up for adoption on craigslist. i made the drive up and beef drove us back. he wasn't neutered, so we made the decision to keep him solo, gave him the run of our home. it was an amazing choice, honestly; rabbits are (sometimes deeply) misunderstood pets, and he was well-behaved enough that after some light preparation (high pile carpet-havers, beware), he could be trusted just about anywhere you'd trust a cat or dog. we have spent every moment since the day he came to live with us loving him like a son. sometimes it feels impossible that he's actually gone. eight years can pass you by pretty fast. it's getting a little easier to think about sweet in the past tense, but it's still hard. i am so thankful that whatever was hurting him is over now, and so regretful that we'll never know if it was something we did wrong by him, or if we could have even done anything at all. what i miss the most is being able to sit side by side on the floor and rub his tiny face while he crunched his teeth at me. one of my fondest memories is getting to feed him a little bundle of spring greens from the first garden we grew at our apartment. for the last eight years, any time i was sick, or nauseous, or my head hurt so bad that thinking made me want to end it all, sweet would just sit with me and be. we kept each other alive.

@sixofcrowsnet advent: magic → names for grisha

“Call me Grisha. Call me zowa. Call me death, if you like.”