Max ❤ Molly

Niya Christine Painting. Copyright

#130/365 Paintings Molly (L), Max (R)

Molly was a single gal until the age of 4 1/2 when she met Max. There’s no better way to put this than… when Max came into the room, Molly, (who has never taken to other rabbits easily—more of a mommy’s girl) melted. Head down, submissive. He scented her pen. She sat there where he scented it for hours after he left. I thought it was a fluke. I brought him in the next day. Same thing. Only this time, she kissed him through the pen (nose schmoosh), just so there was no mistake that she was smitten. Him too. There was another female in the room—younger and un-spayed, but he didn’t notice her. It was all about Molly (spayed). He has great taste, that Max. He’s a thinker. I swear I can hear the gears turning in his mind as he assesses situations throughout the day. He knew what he was doing with her. The perfect gentleman too. Very polite about sharing the carrot. And of course, she was boss. She didn’t know how to groom him. He was patient. He groomed her for 2 weeks without reciprocation until she learned. Her personality changed quite dramatically—amplified. They played constantly. She also became extremely affectionate towards me. She was happy! They often smooshed into me, one on each side of my face—rabbit hug. They were only together her last 5 months of life. But they sure LIVED.

When she was dying, She found a way to hop one last time before her legs buckled under her. It was when he jumped up on the couch nervously looking for her. When she collided into him, he groomed her like there was no tomorrow. As I look back on this, I think she was saying goodbye. She knew long before I did that she was dying. She died 3 hours later.

The next morning he waited for her. He wouldn’t eat his carrot. So I got in there with him and made it seem that I would eat it if he didn’t. So he grabbed it and ate. He’s grieving right along with me. We are together in this. Thanks to Nancy Woolf, I gave him a stuffed rabbit. A rather intellectual Londoner named Sir Squidgy—Max’s intellectual match. He’s been grooming Squidge all day… off and on.

I’m glad she had love. In particular with Max, he’s such a giver. And, they were incredible together.

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  • WM Rine May 10, 2013  

    When I saw this painting this morning I was really captivated. Then the story … It’s not that I didn’t think rabbits lived their loves and reaped their sowings and went their came (sorry, e.e.). I haven’t been around enough of them to know what it’s like. Thank you for that glimpse. Wonderful that you were able to help her find her true love, and that you could all nurture it in each other.

    All the best while you’re still missing her big-time.

    • niya christine May 11, 2013  

      Yes, rabbits have very rich love lives. It’s amazed me to witness it. I have a book in the works… stories that bring out the nuances. I wish she had had more time with Max. But glad she had what she had with him. Thank you for being open minded about rabbits Will!

  • Nancy Lundebjerg May 10, 2013  

    Tears for Max. Tears for Molly. Tears for You.

    • niya christine May 11, 2013  

      So sweet Nancy. Thank you.

  • Carolyn Maso May 10, 2013  

    Beautiful love story… so happy your intuition kicked in with this mate for Molly! She found love <3

    • niya christine May 11, 2013  

      Me too Carolyn. She deserved the best. And he really is awesome.

  • Zoe Harris May 10, 2013  

    What a sweet story. Thanks for sharing it.

    • niya christine May 11, 2013  

      YOU are welcome. I so appreciate you reading and sharing in it. Thank you Zoe.

  • Sandra Linn May 10, 2013  

    OMG Niya, this is such a moving story. And a beautiful painting. Thanks for them. Love to you, Sandra

    • niya christine May 11, 2013  

      Sandra, oh you are so welcome. It really helps to share with compassionate people like yourself. Thank you.

  • Susan Rajkumar May 16, 2013  

    Thank you, Niya. A very touching and beautiful love story. I’m so happy that Molly found a deep love before she went home. I’m still teary eyed. These furry family members make powerful statements and mirror to us wonderful ways of being. And how humbling are the lessons sometimes. Thank you for sharing this with us. <3