Poppy Love

On Wednesday morning (3/15), our sweet Poppy died. The blessing of it was that Jason, Taylor, and I were all in the living room and got to be with her as she died, but our hearts broke into a million little pieces as this little old gray lady brought us so much joy over the last 9 1/2 years. She would have turned 12 this summer (which is an impressive age for a rabbit), and she lived the best life. Jodi joked that Poppy did not have to die to go to heaven- but she just came to our house to live for the last 9 1/2 years. As our friend Julia wrote us, Poppy was such a gift who "reminded us of our better selves and our deeper ability to love." Heather lovingly always called her "the bunny of the Lord" because she was such a tender presence to all who met her. We are so much better for having her in our lives--- thanks be to God! 

 

 

  

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

Email from Julia on 3/15/23: 
I am so very, very sorry to have learned today that your dearest, beautiful Poppy has left you. I sincerely hope that you have all the peace and love and comfort that can be mustered to bear such a loss, just as you hoped to celebrate Emily's milestone birthday with joy and hope.
I believe we/you (from what I witness) embrace moving forward in our lives with hope. A hope that comes from a belief that every fiber of our being is comprised of the divine energy and light that is granted to us by God. And that all of you are (in the most amazing ways) and sweet Poppy was, certainly no exception to that embodiment of energy and light that is LOVE. It is the fact that she had such a unique brightness and such an expansive, infectious ability to bring joy to your family (and, by extension, to me) that her loss is that much more difficult. That the lack of her presence creates even more of a void in your house. We may share a different theology about this, but I firmly believe that every creature on earth is divine, and that she remains with us in her energy and spirit while piercing the veil to the other side where she is without pain, and can continue her job of watching over us and reminding us of our better selves, and our deeper ability to love. Do we ever know how deeply we are loving until our loved one leaves us? What a gift, and how terribly difficult it is to bear. And yet, we are SO grateful for the chance to love that much.
I love you all. Thank you for sharing your time with Poppy with me. I am forever grateful. 
With all my love, and hurt, and sorrow, and joy - 
xxoxox Julia

a poem about Poppy by Nana: 
She was just a small gray bunny
But, oh, so very dear.
It soon became quite clear
From the first day she arrived
That our love for her would thrive.
She quickly stole our hearts away
With her bunny antics and play.
Her binks and thumps amused us all
And, although, she was so small she made us love her in a big way.
Her velvet soft fur and bunny kisses
We all will miss
But, yet, we’re so glad we had her !
She was just a small gray bunny,
But, oh, so very dear.