Cups & Curiosity

Biscotti was truly a one-of-a-kind little bunny, and my best friend.

On September 29, 2018, this wonderful little creature quite literally hopped into my life. It was a clear and bright Saturday morning, and my family and I were helping Mom bring in some groceries from her car. Out of the corner of Dad’s eye, he saw something moving in our backyard. It was a bunny, but not a wild bunny, a Dutch Bunny. We knew the breed quite well as I had a couple of Dutch Bunnies as a child. Dutch Bunnies are a breed of domestic rabbits that can be easily identified by their signature color pattern.

It took me and my family nearly an hour to catch him. He was fast and very clever. It looked like one of those chase scenes from the old “Scooby-Doo” T.V. show. The poor little guy was terrified though, and chasing him around the yard was only making it harder to catch him. I quickly ran into the house and dug out a fresh piece of kale from our fridge and ran right back outside. I remember reading somewhere that rabbits are animals of prey, they’re always scared, especially of things bigger than them. So I sat down in the grass to get more on his level, and just held out the piece of kale until he trusted me. After a few minutes, he slowly crept up to where I was sitting. He sniffed my hand, and then began to happily munch on the kale leaf. And from that moment on, we were best friends.

We posted on social media, put up flyers, called local vets, shelters, and pet supply stores. No one reported a missing bunny or claimed him. We took him to the vet and he thankfully had a clean bill of health and confirmed he was about 3 years old. So I did the only thing there was left to do, give him the loving home he deserved.

Biscotti was such a smart and silly little bun. He never failed to make us laugh, he always put a smile on everyone’s face who met him. He was pretty sassy at times as he knew he was the king and demanded he got his way at all times. If he didn’t he would not hesitate to throw his water bowl out of the 2nd floor window of his hutch. He was a cuddle bug, would always run right up to me and rest on my lap. Unlike most rabbits, he loved to be held and would snuggle up on my chest and lick my face all over. He even had a collection of tiny hats and outfits that only lasted 5 seconds, just in time to take the photo before he either threw it off or tried to eat it (his witch hat for Halloween never stood a chance…).

One of the hardest things to deal with when owning a bunny is when they get sick. Bunnies don’t show their symptoms until they’re at their end, so you need to know your bun’s behaviors inside and out to notice the warning signs before it’s too late. Biscotti was a chronic sufferer of G.I. Stasis. Basically, his digestive tract would shut down and paralyze. If you don’t catch a flare-up in time, it’s a death sentence. So the last few years of his life, we would constantly monitor his behaviors as this tended to happen every few months. It would take a week or two of syringe-feeding liquid food and saying a prayer until he finally pooped.

April 3, 2025, was one of the hardest days of my life, the day we said goodbye. It only took a matter of hours for Biscotti to be his goofy self to practically unresponsive. I rushed him to the vet with tears rolling down my face. After just one look, the vet said it is not looking good. An x-ray confirmed his body was filling with fluid, his temperature was extremely low, and there was nothing that could be done. He was just short of being 10 years old. They gave him the injection, and I held him until the very end.

It’s still hard to walk in the room where his pen once was, to go to the grocery store and pass by all his favorite green veggies, and there is still a pain in my heart when his vet’s office comes up as a recommended destination in my car’s GPS. I find myself lost whenever I come home. I had my routine every night with him for 7 years. My home and my heart feel empty, and I have no idea what to do with myself (other than schoolwork and my actual work). I need hobbies. A lot of hobbies. So that’s why I made Cups & Curiosity. I am taking you all on my journey to find new things to do and enjoy, in hopes to cope with the loss of my best friend. And I will be doing it with a cup of coffee in my hand every step of the way!