Lils, Ruler of the Coates Residence, Two Years On 


One of the best decisions we’ve ever made was taking Lils on from a bestie. Her circumstances had changed and she was unable to give Lils the attention she needed. Problem was, Lils was old, really old, and no one else showed any interest. Which broke my heart. Hence why she now lives with us and has done for the last 2 years.

It’s safe to say she’s taken over our hearts and the house. The living room is her domain and she rules it accordingly, nibbling anything that gets in her way. And I mean anything. She’s a pickle but a bloody cute one you can’t stay mad at for long.

She runs to greet me in the mornings, circling my feet at speed until I give her nose a tickle and hide her veg. She snores softly during the day, when napping in her favourite spot under the dining table. In the evening she darts around the newly laid laminate flooring, stopping to headbutt our ankles, demanding attention. She snuggles with me on the sofa, covering me with affectionate licks when I’m home alone. And she lies on the new shaggy rug in the living room, watching me, while I’m watching a film.

She’s my little fluffy shadow.

If I’m feeling anxious, and my worrisome thoughts are running away from me, I go to her. If I’m feeling low, I go to her. If I need a break from whatever I’m doing, I go to her. Everything feels a lot calmer after 5 minutes spent sitting on the floor, with a bunny licking your wrists, while you stroke her nose and tickle her fluffy cheeks.

I rely on her for comfort.

She’s super inquisitive, tears everything to shreds and moults everywhere but I wouldn’t change anything, and I don’t regret taking her on for a minute. I mean, I’ve even bought a fancy rug for under her cage so it looks decent against the new floor. And for her comfort! Spoilt, much?

She’s probably pushing close to 12 now, which is very old for a bun and I can’t even begin to contemplate life without her under my feet. Whatever happens, deciding to take Lils home with us was the best decision we made two years ago. She’s bought us utter, utter joy.


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