Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded.

Проходили недели, и маленький Кролик стал совсем старым и потрепанным, но Мальчик все так же сильно любил его. Он так крепко любил его, что Кролик потерял усы, розовый атлас на ушках посерел, и выцвели все коричневые пятнышки.

В моем варианте смысл передается, но получается расшифровка оборота, чего бы делать не хотелось.

Олимпийский Мишка ... я помню все его трещинки... :-))

Spring came, and they had long days in the garden, for wherever the Boy went the Rabbit went too. He had rides in the wheelbarrow, and picnics on the grass, and lovely fairy huts built for him under the raspberry canes behind the flower border. And once, when the Boy was called away suddenly to go out to tea, the Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk, and Nana had to come and look for him with the candle because the Boy couldn't go to sleep unless he was there. He was wet through with the dew and quite earthy from diving into the burrows the Boy had made for him in the flower bed, and Nana grumbled as she rubbed him off with a corner of her apron.

Для Кролика рыли настоящую норку и после этого он стал такой
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/williams/rabbit/spring.jpeg