For the past week or so, Marshmallow has been attacking Wish, chasing and biting poor Wish.
Now, their interactions are supervised. Wish is just terrified of Marshmallow. I’m hoping that Marshmallow will learn. I thought he did as Sunday went by without problems but again, Marshmallow launched an attack this morning. Sheesh. That boy doesn’t seem to learn. It’s back to isolating him from the rest now.
Doughnut, Wish and Twinkers now reside together with Expresso, Marshmallow and Mudpie.
What’s amazing is that the six of them certainly are able to get along with each other. The transitions from trios to the current arrangement is simply so smooth. 
I’m very pleased with it and I’m glad because it means that there’s lesser chance of Doughnut moping the loss of Tugs.
I believe that Tugs will be happy to see his friends happy.
It’s been over a month since Tugs left us. Since then, the dynamics between Wish, Twinkers and Doughnut have not been very good. Doughnut is treated like an odd one out by the other two.
Over time, their dynamics have improved and well, although it is better, it is not what it used to be.
Last weekend, I let Mudpie, Expresso and Marshmallow interact with Doughnut, Wish and Twinkers. It’s been okay so far and they’re now housed together. So far so good. I am happy about the outcome. They’re a good bunch.
I miss Tuggy a lot, a lot. He’s got such great personality and wonderful character. I miss his presence a lot. The others miss him too. I see that they’re less enthusiastic about food.
I think back about the choices I made and I realised that I could probably have tried more. Trying further might have helped. I regret putting work before Tugs. *sighs* What a stupid decision to make. I keep wondering if I could have done more.
My fault? That would certainly be a yes. I think I could have put in more effort and did more about the whole thing.
I miss Tugs. I keep thinking about him. I know the other bunnies miss him too. I’ve seen behaviour changes in them. I hope they are strong and will make it through this difficult period.
Yesterday, a part of me died. Tugs left us. I never expected it and I wonder it would make a difference if I had tried to push for an earlier appointment.
I miss him terribly. I feel numb after crying and crying. This morning, I thought I wouldn’t cry anymore. Yet when I went by to check on the rest, it hit me that he wouldn’t be roosting at the same spot waiting for me every morning. He wouldn’t be there to greet me with the rest when I come home from work.
My last words to him were, “Tuggy, you gotta hang in there. I’ll be back home earlier. I love you.” He was gone by the time I got home. I never got to say goodbye. My only consolation was that he was in good company when he left and in the place he is most comfy with.
Sometimes, I think they’re really a bunch of brats. I heard the bunch of them hopping and chasing each other in the room. When I walked into the room to check on them, they all just sat around, acted normal like nothing ever happened.
I wished they could talk, then they could point out the naughty bun, who created the ruckus. But too bad they can’t and I still don’t know who’s really taunting whom. Are they rabbits or are they brats?
I got the pics. Managed to post it up but will post here later on.
Caramel was so naughty last night. She kept marking my bed. In the end, she got barred from my bed. Sheesh.
Doughnut and Tugs are getting a new cage! 
I bet they’ll be thrilled about it.
