Gwenny's Tribute Page

The day he and his new baby
friend Figi got buried alive.
At the time I owned 2 rabbits, a Mini Rex (Roxy) and a Dwarf Lop (Princess). It was very soon after I decided to get a friend for Gwenny of the same species, so in came Figi. Roxy was a keen escape artist and digger and had tunnels all around their 2 X 3m cage, Gwenny's bed was in one of her burrows underneath a big sturdy piece of wood, cozy enough for his new friend too! One day after school, I went about my daily feeding time and cuddlign my bunnies, was surprised that Gwenny has dissapeared along with Figi, which was strange because even when the bunnies escaped I would ALWAYS find him in the cage waiting for me to secure the hole they made and bring his fluffy friends back.
After searching everywhere (in a large backyard that took a while) I remembered his bed which had disappeared under a new mountain made by a proud Roxy. Needless to say my blood ran cold thinking of them both squashed under tons of dirt, sand and grass. I frantically dug my way under the mountain to reach them, got to the piece of wood, lifted it and found them both safe but squinting from the bright light of day! They were VERY hungry and thirsty but happy to be free again!
We found homes for those rabbits not long after!

Anyone who's had a loved one pass away, human or pet knows exactly how I feel about my old Gwenny. He lived to the ripe old age of 7 and during his last months he got bald spots so I made him a jumper out of an old sock. As you can tell by his expression, he wasn't impressed! So I've written a few short stories of amusing events in his life...

When I lost Gwenny.
Not long after, I bought one of those Aviary kits that you build yourself. Big mistake... Anyway, I made Gwenny the King of the Aviary along with his many sons. He soon turned into an old grump as the cage was positioned about 35 metres away (the boys on the grass in front of the tennis court, the girls at the far end), so he cried out for his lost girlfriends as much as he could.
Gwenny was a very trusted piggy and came when I called, so I let him out whenever possible to graze. It wasn't long before Gwenny decided to take some walks to explore, I once found him halfway up the tennis court some days! I drew the line on rainy days but he wasn't impressed and he learnt to push the door open while I was feeding him, and run off.
One morning I went to feed him but only saw his cage mate. He wasn't hiding in his bed, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. I check his usual hiding spots in the yard but no Gwenny. I started to panic! We had a neighbour on one side with a Husky and a Jack Russell on the other that loved anything that moved and we lived in a non responsible cat owner neighbourhood, he wouldn't stand a chance. I was yelling his name by now and walked up to the back of the yard hoping for him to be OK. Gwenny then came running out from behind the girls quarters whinging. I couldn't believe it! He had squeezed his way out a CLOSED door (it was rather flimsy) found his way up to his beloved girls, and spent the night watching over them by lying next to a little peep hole in their wall.
Needless to say we fixed the door up so he couldn't get out again!