Some people just need a hug.

I had a dream about a rabbit last night. I was around seven years old again and I was hugging and holding onto this brown rabbit for dear life. Then, I lost it. I went running around the house and the back garden trying to find it before it escaped. I came up to a pond in the corner of the garden where there were frogs and birds. There were two colourful king-fishers, but seeing I have no idea what they look like, it was just a fluffy black bird with two beautiful blue feathers at the back like a peacocks. Then there was a flamingo. I had a fight with it. It had a long beak and I tried to keep it shut but it kept biting me. Then I woke up.

I realise that I knew the rabbit. It was my rabbit. When I was little, my sister bought me one. I remember walking back from the pet shop and trying to name it. I was trying so hard to remember the name of the rabbit from Bambi, but at the time I just couldn’t remember. I ended up naming him Chino. I don’t even know where it came from. I remember my sister being there, but I cant remember who was holding the box. I wasnt allowed to Chino’s name.

Chino died one bank holiday monday a few years later. I found him in his hutch with a huge chunk of him missing. My dad told me it was either a rat or a fox. We buried him a little while later. Chino was the best rabbit you could of had. He bit anyone, exept me. My brother has a scar on his hand somewhere from a bite. Chino spent his days rolling a flowerpot around. I always used to get dandilion leaves and feed them to him. His fur was soft and fluffy. I loved that rabbit, but I did take him for granted. It really is true that you dont realise what you have until its gone. I still have his leg tag in a pot.