Clover's Quiet Meadow

Clover moved through life with the gentle grace of grass bending in a breeze. A beautiful harlequin rabbit with patches of orange and black like scattered wildflowers, she preferred quiet corners and soft blankets to loud spaces. Her favorite spot was under the bookshelf where a patch of afternoon sun would create a warm rectangle on the carpet. She would lie there for hours, nose twitching softly, ears rotating to catch the household sounds. She had a particular way of greeting us—not with jumps or demands, but with a slow approach, a gentle nose nudge to a hand or ankle, then settling nearby. The quality of quiet in our home has changed since she left