This is Gus. Gus is a bunny. Gus makes everything better.
Do you want to know how? Love.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family, my friends and of course my husband, and I feel very strongly that they love me back. And I appreciate that. But there is just nothing comparable to the love you get from a pet.
This morning I was experiencing some residual aches of frustration that stemmed from yesterday's job application process (how can just signing up for subbing involve so much paperwork? and so much money?? and how do they not understand that the employment-challenged such as myself don't have a spare $120 to put down in an attempt to find an intermittent and under-payed substitute teaching position??? I digress.) Anyway, I was bummed. Like really bummed. And then there was Gus. And as I sat on the floor moping, watching TV and messing around with the IPad, he came over and sat by me. He covered my jeans in tiny bunny kisses, leaving little wet tongue spots and jumped in and out of my lap (and left hair all over me because this dude is in the middle of a serious molting) and gosh darn it I felt loved. Gus can't do squat about the root of my problems (you know, my lack of job) but he can sure address some of those symptoms (like self pity and sitting on the floor feeling yucky.) So Gus and I watched the rest of whatever we were watching, and I got up, got myself to the Zanzibar Room (that's my work space) and got some stuff done!
Thanks for the boost, Guster. I needed that!
Ps. Guster is going to the vet for a certain gender-specific surgery on Friday and this bunny-mom is feeling a little anxious. Cross your fingers, send some good energy, or pray for my little dude, ok? I know it's a super routine surgery, but it never feels routine if it's your little pal.
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