NZ$ 550

I always had bunny rabbits. The first ones I got when I was 4 as we moved into a house with a big garden. And the last one died just before I came to NZ in 2006. We started out with 2 floppy eared ones - a grey one and a white one. One day they died (can't remember how) and I was very sad. Then my dad brought home 2 new ones - the same colour but standing-up ears but I failed to notice this minor detail and just shouted "The rabbits are alive again!!". My little brother on the other hand had figured it out and said "Dada bought new wabbits"...

This painting features my favourite and/or most memorable ones, the faaavouritest being the one she (me) is holding. I took him for walks outside of the garden, along the river without a leash (I did make one once but the rabbits hated it) and he'd always let me catch him. He died the night of my 15th birthday. I was so sad and angry I knocked my plastic Mother Mary statue to the ground who I had prayed to so she'd let him live.
Some didn't die a natural death. The martens (stoat-like creatures) found gaps out by their hutches and got in. I remember looking in one morning and only finding a paw lying by the food bowl...

Anyway...they've enriched my childhood/ adolescence so much and they'll be forever in my heart and now also on a painting. In animal heaven the grass is always green. R.I.P. my friends <3

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