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We had a rabbit named Fattoush in Damascus. Fattoush was a wedding gift from our friend Madeline. At first, my husband was apprehensive about becoming a pet owner. He was sure that he’d find having a little creature in the house intrusive. Fattoush was quite a character, however, winning us both over quickly with antics that bordered on absurd - scampering into the house faster than the eye could see, sliding across the floor only to hide under a chair - for just a moment - and scampering back out again, as if nothing happened. Fattoush experienced the world through her teeth, chewing on everything within reach. She ate cell phone chargers, electrical cords, curtains, shoes, wooden furniture, plastic pot holders, fresh flowers, suitcases, and wall paint, undeterred by scowls and stern words. Now that we’ve left Syria, we miss her more than most anything else. There was a little spot behind her ears, unrivaled for its softness and ability to comfort, that I loved to smell and kiss. I miss you Fattoush.
