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.