Ben Brindise

Juniper had one eye and I knew the moment I walked into the SPCA that she was my rabbit. The side of her face puckered at you; a permanent wink. Her feet hurt, and when I tried to put her in a cage she lost her mind on the tiny metal bars, chomping at them with her aging teeth. We laughed. How funny she was, overreacting. Thumping. Making noise. --