When Barley was alive, he got most of the attention.
He was photogenic, needy, cuddly and babyish.
Charlotte was all about Barley and busy.
She only had eyes for him. I was just her source of food.
Things have changed.
Charlotte is alone.
She runs to greet me when I enter her yard. She bows to be petted before eating. She shares her food with a tiny chipmunk.
Yesterday, she climbed a fence to eat passion vine and stood on her hind legs to eat Turk’s Cap.
Sometimes I wonder if she even remembers Barley, and then…
She will break my heart by lying down beside his grave.
Does she know he is under there? I am going to tell myself she doesn’t.
We both miss Barley.
Charlotte is carrying on. She is staying busy and being a brave bunny.
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floweralley 
So sorry to hear of the passing of Barley. I remember your posting photos of both your bunnies. The cycle of life must go on. Bsrley is at peace.
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He had a sweet loving end. Thank you.
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So sad. Having just lost my doggie I know exactly how you feel. xx
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Barley was her brother but also her baby.
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So poignant
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I think she knows. My dogs never fail to amaze me with their memories.
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I put her in the pen during the burial. I sit there a lot too. We are doing our best Queen.
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Oh, so sad… love to both of you. ❤
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❤️
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