There’s Flopsy and Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter. Thumper, Bugs, Harvey and Trix. Alice’s White Rabbit, Monty’s Killer Bunny, Jessica, The Easter, The Energizer and Fiver, to name a few…but none come close to the original diva showgirl herself – Lola Josephine Lowry.
Today I lost my beautiful little fur ball of love.
Lola was a real beauty queen – a true showgirl from the get go. A miniature palomino Rex – reminiscent of the Velveteen Rabbit, we first met at the Royal Winter Fair 13 years ago. She was in a bunny beauty contest and simply the most adorable itty-bitty caramel and white bunny girl of the bunch! After the show, waiting her prize, Jeff poked me on the shoulder, pointed at her sitting impatiently on the table and told me she was mine. BEST SURPRIZE EVER! I didn’t even wait to find out where she placed, because in my heart, she was number one. Put her in my pocket and home we went.
From the beginning I knew Lola was a special lagomorph. She had a mind of distinct moxie and a precocious personality of her own. Smart and sassy, upon meeting her brothers Angus and Pagan for the first time, she simply hopped up to them (in their great horror) and stomped her foot to set the stage of who would be the lady in charge for the next 13 years.
Lola was a born diva. More beautiful than Beyonce, more dramatic than Whitney, she owned her prima donna-ship to the likes of Aretha…as far as bunnies go. Famous for her hop and delicate bunny snort, Lola would have you wrapped around her little rabbit’s foot in a blink. Speaking of which…her prowess for “blinkies” was profound. There is nothing cuter or more bizarre than a bunny performing a blinky…simply put it is the happiest expression a bunny can make…picture a completely unabashed jump into the air, followed by a twist of its head and body in the opposite direction (often twice) before landing back on the ground in utter bunny glee. Her happy dance…telling you she is loving her life! Lola loved her life!
Lola had free rein of the house because cages were for rabbits and she would have none of it. She had a personally designed, bunny warren for her to burrow in moments of just wanting some peace and quiet pleazzze! Her favourite spot…on the piano bench, listening to me play or sitting on the window seat, looking out for the entire world to admire her adorableness.
Famous for her fashionality, her gorgeous bunny bum, demonstrative stomp, and incredible insight on men, she was also quite the party girl …always being the last to crash at any Lowry event.
Friends to many, whether child, grown-up or fellow critter, you couldn’t help but fall in love with Lola at first sight. Nothing was more true then her complete adoption and mothering of her bff Fiend. Upon bringing home this little lost ginger kitten, Lola and Fiend have been inseparable. Perhaps bonded by similar colouring and size…the two would play for hours, clean each other, cuddle together and Lola even taught Fiend to sit up and hop. This morning when I found Lola, Fiend was sleeping beside her on the chair.
It’s funny; bunny…but I have always loved bunnies. I feel like they are part of me, my personality, my nature, and my spirit. Lola was one-of-a-kind. She was the cutest bundle of love who gave me daily reminders of embracing your unique beauty, talents, moxie and joy for hop.
Fiend, Angus, Pagan, Harriet and mostly me, will hold her close to our hearts forever.
In honour of Lola…a little excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit:
“The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break. He knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else.”
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.”
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you
are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become it. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not
said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.
But the Skin Horse only smiled.
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”