After getting the chance to talk to my future love that one last time after bringing Ziggy home before the long three years of not talking at all, my little furry Ziggy bunny man was the being that brought me the most love and happiness. As you all know, when he first came home with me, he got to meet the throne and live in a giant box, but you will be happy to know I did order him a cage with all the fixings such as a fancy water bottle, which I still have to this day, a litter tray, shavings for bedding, and food and hay for snacking on. Oh, and I cannot forget his stuffed lion. That’s right, I bought him a stuffed lion so he wouldn't get lonely, and let me tell you, he licked that thing to pieces and snuggled with it often. He treated it like it was his own dang pet. It was hilarious.
Some people believe in fate and others do not, but from personal experience, I believe it exists. The love of my life came into my life because of fate, or as some call it—destiny. We grew up in the same areas, but never crossed paths. Knew some of the same people, but we still never crossed paths. With that said, we are 11 years apart in age, but love is not defined by age. It took me 25 years to find him and him 37 years to find me, but we didn’t develop a deep meaningful relationship until I was 29 and he was 40. That’s only because we were with other partners. Through our current partners at the time is how we met each other.