MARLEY
It was the day I returned from an exotic trip to Australia, March 25, 2013. I remember lounging on the sofa, scrolling through my phone the whole day in my comfy pajamas. I’m not really a travel person but more of a "bed rot," yet I won't deny that it was a great family vacation.
“Julie, take your dirty clothes out of the suitcase!” Mom shouted. I ignored her as always because I was too lazy to get up and deal with the clothes. “Julie, did you hear me? I’m coming there in 10 minutes; you better watch out!” She shouted again. I knew this was the final call or else I would have been in trouble, so I reluctantly stood up and started putting my clothes in the washing machine.
Everything was going smoothly until I noticed a shadow near the balcony. Shivers ran down my spine as I saw a tiny, long-eared, furry mammal with shining eyes standing in front of me, holding a half cucumber. It was cute, but how did it get there? Without thinking much, I let it in and tried to ask the adorable creature where it had come from, even though I knew it was futile. I took it downstairs to the kitchen to introduce Marley to Mom. “Mom, look what I found!” I exclaimed. She turned around, and her scream still resonates in my ears.
“You are not keeping that thing in this house for sure, Julie,” she said. “Mom, he’s just a tiny rabbit. He won’t do any harm,” I argued. “Do whatever you want, but if anything happens, you’ll be answerable.” not paying much attention to what she said I left the kitchen and started to play with him.
Eventually, I became so attached to him that we used to sleep together every day. He was the most notorious rabbit you’d ever meet. We shared food from the same plate, and I took him to the park twice a week, where his favorite activity was hopping around. His all-time favorite delicacy was, like all other rabbits, carrots.
One day, after spending a great day at my friend's house, I was heading home. I had been feeling a bit off that morning but didn’t pay much attention to it. As I was crossing the road, a bus hit me from behind. It was one of the worst days of my life. My spinal cord was ruptured by the force of the bus, and there was blood all over the road. I don’t recall how or when I got to the hospital, but I know there must have been an angel who saved me that day.
While I was in the hospital, Mom told me that Marley used to sit alone in his cabin for hours. Even when his favorite delicacies were given to him, he would store them near his bed. His interactions with people became minimal. He once came near my room to see if I was there but left as soon as he found no sign of me.
I returned home after almost six months and was advised to rest because my fractures were still healing. When Marley and I reunited, I had never been so emotional seeing anyone before. While I was on bed rest, Marley would sit near my head and gently touch it with his tiny paws, just like a nurse. His gestures were enough to heal every scar of mine.
Time passed, and everything was going great. One morning, I woke up to give Marley a forehead kiss and felt that his paws were colder than usual. I checked his breathing, but oh, a part of me was lost that day. The average lifespan of a rabbit is eight years, but Marley chose to leave us at six.
Today, when I look at the balcony where Marley first stepped into the house, my eyes start to water. I still hold onto the hope that one fine morning, Marley will return in som
MARLEY
It was the day I returned from an exotic trip to Australia, March 25, 2013. I remember lounging on the sofa, scrolling through my phone the whole day in my comfy pajamas. I’m not really a travel person but more of a "bed rot," yet I won't deny that it was a great family vacation.
“Julie, take your dirty clothes out of the suitcase!” Mom shouted. I ignored her as always because I was too lazy to get up and deal with the clothes. “Julie, did you hear me? I’m coming there in 10 minutes; you better watch out!” She shouted again. I knew this was the final call or else I would have been in trouble, so I reluctantly stood up and started putting my clothes in the washing machine.
Everything was going smoothly until I noticed a shadow near the balcony. Shivers ran down my spine as I saw a tiny, long-eared, furry mammal with shining eyes standing in front of me, holding a half cucumber. It was cute, but how did it get there? Without thinking much, I let it in and tried to ask the adorable creature where it had come from, even though I knew it was futile. I took it downstairs to the kitchen to introduce Marley to Mom. “Mom, look what I found!” I exclaimed. She turned around, and her scream still resonates in my ears.
“You are not keeping that thing in this house for sure, Julie,” she said. “Mom, he’s just a tiny rabbit. He won’t do any harm,” I argued. “Do whatever you want, but if anything happens, you’ll be answerable.” not paying much attention to what she said I left the kitchen and started to play with him.
Eventually, I became so attached to him that we used to sleep together every day. He was the most notorious rabbit you’d ever meet. We shared food from the same plate, and I took him to the park twice a week, where his favorite activity was hopping around. His all-time favorite delicacy was, like all other rabbits, carrots.
One day, after spending a great day at my friend's house, I was heading home. I had been feeling a bit off that morning but didn’t pay much attention to it. As I was crossing the road, a bus hit me from behind. It was one of the worst days of my life. My spinal cord was ruptured by the force of the bus, and there was blood all over the road. I don’t recall how or when I got to the hospital, but I know there must have been an angel who saved me that day.
While I was in the hospital, Mom told me that Marley used to sit alone in his cabin for hours. Even when his favorite delicacies were given to him, he would store them near his bed. His interactions with people became minimal. He once came near my room to see if I was there but left as soon as he found no sign of me.
I returned home after almost six months and was advised to rest because my fractures were still healing. When Marley and I reunited, I had never been so emotional seeing anyone before. While I was on bed rest, Marley would sit near my head and gently touch it with his tiny paws, just like a nurse. His gestures were enough to heal every scar of mine.
Time passed, and everything was going great. One morning, I woke up to give Marley a forehead kiss and felt that his paws were colder than usual. I checked his breathing, but oh, a part of me was lost that day. The average lifespan of a rabbit is eight years, but Marley chose to leave us at six.
Today, when I look at the balcony where Marley first stepped into the house, my eyes start to water. I still hold onto the hope that one fine morning, Marley will return in some form or another.
e form or another.