Salutations from the fierce and faithful protector, Sir Peter Rabbit, Order of the Protectorate of Small Ones 08/08/10

Greetings.
It has taken an inordinately long amount of time for someone to position me on this blog - a most distressing word for a rabbit, I must say. But by chattering my teeth at enough people, I am at last able to bring my salutations from where I sit, as I always have, by the side of my Sage.
Now you must understand that I did not always call this human that I belong to as 'my Sage'. For much of that early time, she was known to me as 'the small one'. Starting out in such a position that I have held now for 19 years, one does not refer to one's human with the name given by family and destiny, until it is agreed upon by both rabbit and small one. When that moment presents itself, well that is always a mystery and involves magic of which I cannot speak, and it is a moment known only to myself and to her. This is how it has been always throughout the ages, and this credo will continue, along with time.
Before we are sent to our small one, we rabbits are asked to give ourselves a name to be known by, a talisman of sorts for the journey and task ahead of us. When it was determined I would be going to this particular small one, all those years ago, I was most excited. My ears perked up, my whiskers straightened, my eyes glistened. I was asked, as is the custom, how I would be like to be known and I boldly declared myself as "Sir Peter Rabbit, fierce and faithful protector, Order of the Protectorate of Small Ones".
And then it was time for me to begin my destiny and chart my course with this human.

I have done my utmost to protect her with fierceness and fidelity in my heart. It has been at times somewhat of a tribulation, mostly because people think I am only a rabbit, and an old and stubbly one at that. It seems difficult for these humans to hear what is being told to them; maybe that is because they are so busy talking. But in the times of my Sage's greatest needs(and with additional fierceness), I found the special ones who heard the message I sent, and got the help required.

This most recent briar patch has been particularly thorny and yet I am happy to report we are making our way out of it. I have to sometimes let my Sage know that she needs to slow down and listen to the doctors and other humans caring for her, that she has to know when to fight and when to allow the medicine and the great pumping machines to do their work. She is extremely bold and feisty and 'full of beans', as I have heard in expression. I remind her that certain language is best left between the ears. What does that uncle of hers say, a mouth like a sailor.....I tend to the fears she harbors that only I can hear. I whisper constantly that her mother, grandmothers, Aunt Hilary, Uncle Timothy, brother Nathan, father, cousins, uncles, aunts, friends, so many, so many,  are by her side in this circle of health and healing. They care for my Sage and carry her, as much as they can.
I let her know that I can sense at once the heart of the doctors, full of warmth and boldness, that her nurses and breathing people are mighty with courage and grace. In this room, by the side of my Sage, I see the beauty of the humans flow forth and shine. This gives me rest.

My Sage is healing and she will be returning to us. If I know one thing about this one of mine, it is this: she knows herself well. She knows what she has to do. And she cannot be pushed too far - if you do, you will cause great suffering unto yourself, not at all to her. As she says herself, "it is better to be pissed off than pissed on." An indelicate expression and topic, I must say, but she does have a habit of speaking her mind. But this one true thing I know: she is absolutely spot on and picture perfect. I watch her, I know her. I see the light shining forth from all parts of her.
My Sage has much to do in this earthly world. She and I and all of us together have places to go, people to see, things to do. I count on her as much as she counts on me, and I know that the journey of the heart will continue,

with my Sage and her Sir Peter Rabbit, fierce and faithful protector, Order of the Protectorate of Small Ones.