{"id":386,"date":"2009-10-29T04:07:00","date_gmt":"2009-10-29T04:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=386"},"modified":"2014-10-01T22:08:25","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T22:08:25","slug":"a-promise-kept","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=386","title":{"rendered":"A promise kept"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/Boomer-in-the-sunshine-11-13-05.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397832752863295490\" class=\"\" style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 496px; height: 372px;\" src=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/10\/Boomer-in-the-sunshine-11-13-05-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Boomer, my heart-bunny<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">2003 &#8211; 10\/28\/09<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br \/>\nIn my most pragmatic moments, I think of the Dickens quote: &#8220;<\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Life is made up of a series of meetings and partings<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size: small;\">,&#8221; and try to convince myself that this is, indeed, the way of it and that mourning and memory are the mirror-twins of joy and experience. The latter cannot exist without the former, because otherwise life would be featureless and flat; either constant valley or relentless plateau.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Each bunny brings its own heartbreak, be it with their coming or their going.<\/p>\n<p>Despite his sad start, Boomer came to live an enviable life among bunnies and he lived it well, I think. He was the beloved of two beautiful Flemish-bunny girls in his lifetime and enjoyed many hours napping in the sunshine. He loved a warm bed and a <a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_YcXlERVmPdE\/SSjh11MBlZI\/AAAAAAAAC_A\/d0fixIear9o\/s800-h\/twoheadedbunnysnuggle.jpg\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">soft pillow<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-size: small;\">. He was easy in the way only a Flemmie can be: gentle, big-hearted, all feet and big ears.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The vacuum and the roar of a lawn mower were the only things to bring out any memory of fear in him.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<i><span style=\"font-size: small;\">You&#8217;re safe, Boomer. You&#8217;re home.<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-size: small;\">&#8220;<\/span><\/p>\n<p>And that was enough, whispered time and again into those sweet velvet ears, to calm him. My secret promise; a reminder for us both.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s some part of me that&#8217;s in tune with bunnies; that sings in the same key with them. Others don&#8217;t get it; they might love cats or dogs or iguanas, but the love of a bunny is different, somehow. It touches some other place; a place that seeks to protect them in their peculiar frailties, as much as it delights in their boundless joy.<\/p>\n<p>The love of a bunny is different.<\/p>\n<p>And the heartbreak is different too, somehow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Boomer, my heart-bunny 2003 &#8211; 10\/28\/09 In my most pragmatic moments, I think of the Dickens quote: &#8220;Life is made up of a series of meetings and partings,&#8221; and try to convince myself that this is, indeed, the way of it and that mourning and memory are the mirror-twins of joy and experience. The latter &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=386\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">A promise kept<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2969,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[18],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/386"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=386"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/386\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4566,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/386\/revisions\/4566"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2969"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}