My vegan friend has four lucky rabbit's feet (I think that's a faux pas)

How blessed are we, that God has gifted us the companionship of our furry (shelled, scaled, feathered, & finned) friends? That the smallest of creatures could have the biggest impact upon our lives? Providing purpose, combating loneliness, improving mental health, encouraging responsibility, vanquishing vanity, delivering delight in daily doses, along with limitless love. The description seems to mirror the advertised results of some sort of miracle vitamin. 

But it's not. These outcomes are not the product of some synthetic pharmaceutical developed by a questionable country. The origin of these positive effects is all-natural and derives from Blueberry. 

No. Not the fruit...although, I would encourage you to partake of them, as well. They're packed with Vitamins C and K, along with fiber and manganese, and are rich in antioxidants. 

The Blueberry I am talking about is rich in nose wiggles, fluffy tail floofs, and snuggles.

I was offended when my daughter warned me to be on my best behavior when visiting our friend Kendall. "Her bunny, Blueberry, is kind of a big deal," Sydney told me. I shrugged. Puh-leeze. Who understood animal obsession better than me? My husband and I rarely travel together, like royalty, to ensure that someone would survive any sort of tragedy to care for our pets. But, to Sydney's credit, Kendall's relationship with her rabbit is more roommate than rescue animal. One half of Kendall's beautiful townhouse is devoted to her bunny habitat...Blueberry happily occupies the first floor. There are tunnels, toys, and tiny houses spaced about the room. A giant plexi-glass enclosure is available as a safe, meditative place for Blueberry to rest and relax if her little bunny bed isn't comfy enough. The modest outdoor balcony boasted a bunny bonanza of rabbit-approved garden greens. 

O-kay. I got it.

This was not a pet. This was a precious pearl...a treasured companion. 

I eyed Blueberry nervously as I entered, unsure of the proper protocol. Lowered lashes? A curtsy? I stifled a curse. I'd forgotten to bring a gift. 

Blueberry eyed me suspiciously as I entered. Clearly, here was a woman unrehearsed in rabbit rules and regulations.

I attempted to bridge the bunny blockade with a compliment. Admiring Blueberry's lush coat, I carefully selected a word that encompassed luxury, elegance, and class. "Sable?" I asked. "Gray," Kendall answered promptly. I smiled. I like a bunny that doesn't put on "hares." A real, down-to-earth rabbit.  A rabbit of the people. I sank to the floor to go nose-to-nose with my new furry friend. Blueberry graciously accepted this overture of friendship. We broke bread together. Exchanged friendship bracelets. And promised to follow one another on the Insta (Blueberry was too cool for Facebook). 

I marveled how a humble rescue rabbit could go from an uncertain future behind bars to an equal and valued occupant of a spacious townhouse in California. Surely, God had a hand in this. You know what the rent must be like in California. No bunny could afford that.

...ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the bird of the heavens, and they will tell you; or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you. Who among all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.

Job 12:7-10

I walked away from my introductory dose of Blueberry feeling revived and reinvigorated. I was inspired that such a small creature could bring such joy to her humans. I do not presume that Blueberry shares my faith-filled ramblings about her fate. For all I know, like the Easter Bunny, she's eggnostic. No matter. Surely, she is an agent of the Lord.