One afternoon, Bunny was sitting right across from me.   And we played the staring game.   I wasn't tracking the time, but we went a long while without glancing away from each other.  But in the end, he won.    Bunny was a teacher that way.

His favorite spot in the house — the fireplace.   He would sit or lie there, with a perfect sightline to whatever we were doing.   He didn't seem to cast judgement, but rather, was just a 'witness' to allow us to better reflect on what we were up to.

Watching over the romantic canals of Amsterdam.

No doubt he was a deep soul.   He could sit still for hours, in a softened gaze, as he went inward.  I always imagined that as he would adjust his ears, they acted as sort of a galactic antenna, putting him into contact with advanced celestial beings at the far reaches of the universe.

— Vondelpark, Amsterdam 

Not interested in being reduced to a cliché, he was never fond of carrots.  His favorite foods were berries, kale, grapes, bananas and popcorn.  

Big brother Bunny, and little sister Mimosa.