Bunny Kisses

Written on November 1, 2014

It was obvious from the moment we met Bob in the middle of Petsmart that he was something special. He lay there on the table, cool as a cucumber, watching everything around him in that chaotic store. The rescue lady even said that he was the calmest rabbit she ever saw. We adopted him shortly after my dog, Bessie, was put to sleep. He officially became a part of our family on May 5th 2005. Bob the Bunny was a bunny with personality. He even had his own song. And he had fans, and more likely than not, a fan club that I probably don’t know about. If we could open the cause of canonization (sainthood) for animals, Bob the Bunny would be made a saint immediately. People equate my mother and Bob the Bunny as the team, since she took him on his therapy visits, but it was really me and Bob who were a team. I’ve been through a lot….and Bob’s been with me, hopping along beside me the whole way. Together, we could get through anything and everything.

This rabbit had a huge impact on everyone he met….he was a comforting presence to the sick and dying as well as to those people’s families. We would use a basket to carry him in, and when the basket was on my lap, he’d hop out of it and snuggle against me, his head and front feet on my shoulder. He was one of the most patient and friendly rabbits I’ve ever known (he only bit me once, and that was because I didn’t feed him fast enough), and apparently, he was multitalented. You couldn’t keep any fabric that was easy to chew in his reach, because he would make “bunny art” out of it. Bob also tried his hand (or teeth) at cosmetology once…he chewed off a good portion of my bangs when I fell asleep with my head against his cage. I would walk into the room after a long, hard day, and he’d come to the bars of the cage and look at me, his ears up and nose wiggling, which made me smile. If I held him when I was crying, he’d give me bunny kisses and wipe my tears away. He brought me so much joy.

It absolutely breaks my heart to tell you that Bob the Bunny has died. I got the news this morning. I feel incomplete right now. There’s a piece of the puzzle that’s missing.

It seems like animals don’t live long enough, no matter HOW long they’re with us. If there aren’t animals in Heaven, then that’s not my Heaven. Why wouldn’t something so good and beautiful go to Heaven? It’s said that Heaven is a place where we are free from all human longings, a place of supreme happiness. My supreme happiness would include that joy I got from my pets, especially Bob.

Missing my buddy more than ever right now. Would give anything to hear him banging around downstairs right now and to scratch his nose goodbye when I leave to go back to school on Sunday. I can’t sleep right now, knowing he’s not here with me. It’s just so hard. I know my family tried everything they could to save him. But it still breaks me apart.

I miss you, Beto. Thank you for being there for me, and for touching my life. I hope to see you again.

Missing you, rabbit bunny.

Me with Bob, 3/13/2013

Me with Bob, 3/13/2013

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Why Am I Catholic?

I’m not a Catholic because I was baptized. I’m not a Catholic because I was born into a family that was Catholic. I am a Catholic because I choose to be. I am so blessed to have had parents who decided to have me baptized and raise me in the Church, but it was me who chose to stay a Catholic. I am a Catholic because I belong in the Church. The Church protects me. The Church loves me. The Church, rather than oppressing me as a woman, cherishes and frees me.

I am loved so much that someone died in the most painful way possible, on a horrifying day, killed for doing something that wasn’t even wrong. Someone became sin….my sin. His name is Jesus Christ. He bled. He was whipped, mocked, tortured. But he never fought back. He went to his death…his wrongful death…because he loved me, even before he knew me.

The rules? Yeah, there’s rules. But the rules are freeing. To be bound to be obedient is a very freeing thing. That sounds oxymoronic, but it’s really not. If I’m bound to be obedient to the Church, I don’t have to choose whom to obey….the secular world, or God? Every time, the choice is to be obedient to God. I have a set moral code. Obedience requires me to stick with it.

Not that I’m saying it’s easy. It’s actually really hard to be obedient. I’m not having a ‘holier than thou’ attitude…I’m a sinner, too, and I have broken my fair share of commandments and Canon Laws. I have done so many bad things….and let me say this: When I go to confession, it takes me more than the 5 minutes that I want to give it. I am so ashamed of what I do, because it’s not what God would want me to do. My humanity makes me go off the path, but I can’t use that as an excuse. Confession is when I take things like a woman, and go own up to my actions. Not in a way that makes it seem like I’m proud of it, but in a way that humbles me.

I am a  Catholic because I have Jesus in the sacraments. Every time I go to Confession. Every time I receive the Eucharist. When I go to weddings, baptisms and confirmations. I see Christ in funerals. I see Christ at the Mass, during the Liturgy of the Eucharist. I could go on and on about the Eucharist…..but I don’t just see him in the Eucharist……Christ is the Eucharist. It becomes him through transubstantiation. Which is a completely humbling and mindblowing thing. When I go to Mass every day, I witness a miracle, daily. Christ literally comes to Earth to dwell in me. Every time I’m there, I am brought to tears during the Consecration.

I am Catholic because I don’t have to search for father figures. Priests have been there for me every step of the way. They have challenged me during my spiritual upbringing. I would be nowhere without them.

I am Catholic because I have a Mother. Mary is my mother. The Church is my mother.

I’m not a Theology major because I’m a Catholic, nor am I Catholic because I am a Theology major. I am a Theology major because people inspired me, and God called me.

I’m not Catholic because I get what I want from God. I’m Catholic because God gave me his all.