When we left for school on Wednesday, Hugo was hanging in the front yard.
But when we got home, he was gone.
The gate was open and there were lots of kids in our street.
Our house was done up for Halloween, so who knows, maybe someone thought they would get in early with the lollies?
It doesn’t really matter I guess. Hugo was gone.
So we searched up and down the street, calling his name and poking in and around under bushes. Ringing the local vet. Swearing on twitter. Crying on the phone to Husband.
And then 300 trick or treaters descended on our house, along with 15 odd people over for dinner.
So, I drank champagne, Poss ate lollies and we all said a little prayer that he would return at some point in the evening.
After everyone went home, the tears started. Poss wanted her Hugo and he wasn’t there.We were all worried – it was hot all day and he was out without water.
To be honest, Husband and I were preparing ourselves to lose another bunny. And after the week we had last week with Poss in and out of hospital, it really didn’t seem very fair. Not that most things are. But still.
I posted his picture on twitter and facebook, and we were overwhelmed with the re-tweets and shares. So much care, so much love – all for Poss’ little bunny; it made me cry a little.
That’s the amazing thing about the online world, it can be 10.30 on a Wednesday night, and they are all still there for you.
We went out to do one last check before bed. It was late. We thought it would be a total waste of time, but there we were wandering up and down the street out the front of house quietly calling his name.
And then a rustle in the bushes, two little eyes glowing in the streetlight.
He had returned. Maybe he just popped out for some trick or treating?
Who cares. He is back and Poss is the happiest girl in the world.