For a rabbit, Jasmine was very well traveled. She started out at UPenn, in one of the Penn Tower's dorm rooms in a 10 gallon fishtank. Later, she spent time on a row house just off campus where she got to hang out with the dudes and get lots of attention. After she completed her college years, she came back home with Ben to NY. He wound up taking a year off before grad school in Colorado being a ski/snowboard bum and I got to take care of her. I had never had a real pet before and it was wonderful to have company while I wrote my college apps and did my homework. I'll never forget her little face peeking up the side of the chair, trying to get me to pet her while I chatted on aim. She also developed a "fondness" for my penguin and duck slippers. I'm pretty sure at that point I still even had bunny slippers that she enjoyed. Her favorite toy was a plush soccer ball that she could bat around, although it was practically the same size as her. Sometimes I would fall asleep in my brother's old room (where she was kept) on his bed and she would jump on me, usuallly scaring the crap out of me in the process and causing her to freak out and jump off quickly, hiding under her favorite piece of furniture. Once she got underneath the cardboard bed ruffle that we designed as a "bunny bumper" and almost got lost inside of the boxspring! She was very inquisitive and her little pink nose was always moving. Jasmine was a bunny with some attitude, a "you know you want to pet me, so quit fooling around" girl that disliked it when you poked her tush. Later she would play games with Ben, taunting him to catch her and then run away and slowly sneak back. However, I never got to do that with her because she was her daddy's girl. No one could take his place and during that time I could tell that she missed him. She lost a little spark in her personality. However, every time that he came back she would at first give him the cold cotton tail but soon warm up and become mush in his hands.
After spending 9 months in NY, Jas went on a car trip all the way to Colorado. She became a true ski bunny there (although it was during the summer), but was soon moved out to LA where she enjoyed a dressing room devoted to her care, nice weather, and the loving companionship of my brother. When he moved out to LA, he didn't know anyone and Jas was his buddy. He would get home from school and she would be so excited to see him that she would run circles around him and poop. Pooping was her favorite way to express endearment. She pooped everywhere.
It's sad to think that since the tumor had spread so much how long she was in pain for. My brother said that looking back, she didn't have quite as much spring in her step the past few months, but other than that, no symptoms manifested themselves. The excitement of the move was just too much for her. My brother said that he couldn't watch them put her to sleep but he spent her last few hours with him, I can just see it, Jasmine with her head all the way on the ground, my brother cupping her head with his hand, running his thumb over her white streak on her forehead. She would only put her head on the ground for him. She would almost do it for me, but no one was like her Bennie.
This was her typical Jasmine "pet me now" look:
I'll miss you fluffy girl.
