We‘re memorializing our beloved bun today, gone a whole year. I‘ll share here what I wrote otherwhere, as some of you knew Moxie (through my posts), as well.
Modern sound machines offer a vast array of sounds to dream to. Ours, which softly glows to rouse us from sleep, in shades that mimic the sun‘s gentle rise in the morning sky, also offers the reverse, a “sunset simulation for a relaxing bedtime.” 👇🏻
monalyisha Accompanying sounds may include: waves crashing against a distant shore, rain pattering rhythmically on the roof, and forest birds calling down the day; I imagine them high in the trees, hidden amongst rustling leaves, safe in nests lined with downy feathers. Not a single one of these modern marvels offers the sound of a small, gray rabbit munching hay. 2w
monalyisha There are lots of reasons it‘s harder to dream these days but chief among them is the absence of Moxie from our aural landscape. Today marks the one year anniversary of the day she left us. 2w
monalyisha When thinking of rabbits, the last thing on anyone‘s mind is sound. And that‘s by design! They‘re nearly silent animals, evolved to go unnoticed by foxes, hawks, and other woodland predators. But Moxie trusted us enough to let us notice her: the sound of her soft snores; her tiny, Thumbelina-sized sneezes; her four little paws zooming back and forth, sinking into the lush carpets we bought just for her. 2w
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monalyisha Every Care Guide in existence recommends feeding your rabbit an “unlimited supply” of hay. This had the pleasing effect of making our home smell like a sunlit meadow. It also provided the backing soundtrack to our days, as well as our nights. 2w
monalyisha If only I‘d known how much I‘d miss the sound, I would have recorded it. Instead, I‘m left with the ache of memory and an unnatural silence. It‘s a comfort to know that, somewhere, Moxie is sleeping easy. 2w
monalyisha Across the globe, our mythic literature is filled with stories where a sentient being dreams the world into existence, from Maha-Vishnu in Hindu Cosmology to Aboriginal Dreamtime. Until the world feels hopeful enough to dream again, I‘ll leave it to Moxie to dream up something better for us. She has her work cut out for her. 2w
monalyisha If I listen closely, somewhere beyond the Rainbow Bridge, there‘s a limitless field of golden hay and she‘s got her tiny nose to the ground, softly munching. 2w
monalyisha In the meantime, while my weak human ears fail me (much too small, much too short), I‘m so grateful for Jett. He doesn‘t make our home smell like a meadow and he doesn‘t snore softly. But he does snore, his big head on my foot, doing the best he can, easing our grief and bringing us his particular brand of goofy, doggy joy. 2w
monalyisha Thank you to Moxie, and to all our animals, for giving our lives a joyful noise. 🖤 2w
Leftcoastzen 😢 2w
RaeLovesToRead Such a beautiful tribute ❤️ 2w
DGRachel 🫂🫂 2w
Eggbeater Moxie sounds like she was a wonderful bun. I'm glad you have those memories. I am sorry for your loss. 2w
Deblovestoread Lovely remembrance ❤️ 2w
Librarybelle ❤️❤️❤️ 2w
Texreader Amén. And so sweet. ??? 2w
AnnCrystal 🥲🫂💝...A lovely, sweet post about your Beautiful Moxie 🐇💝 She was a gift to your life who will always be near you 💝💝💝. Doggy's are good at comforting 😘🐕💝💝💝. 1w
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