Willow is made of moonlight, mist, and the softest fur you’ve ever felt. She’s quiet by nature, with ears that drape like silk and a nose that wiggles only when she’s thinking deeply — which is often.
She once lived on a nursery windowsill where lullabies drifted through the curtains and bedtime stories whispered through the dark. Willow doesn’t need to hop or race — she’s the kind of bunny who simply stays, through naps, tears, and in-between moments.
She’s not flashy. She’s not loud. But she’s there — soft, steady, and always ready to listen with her whole heart.
Now, Willow is ready for her forever arms — a place where she can be held as gently as she loves.
