Good afternoon my friends. The last week or so I have gotten a lot of questions about how I came to be where I am now. The short answer is adoption. But it’s probably easier if I break this up into two separate blogs. The first being how I ended up at adoption. Then, next week I will tell you a little more about the adoption process and how I found my mom and dad. Well, let me start at the beginning.
A few years back, I was just a youngin’ alone in a tiny cage at a pet store. Miserable, right? Look at this picture! I think that is what I looked like at that time, but who really knows. I don’t really remember how I ended up at the pet store but I do remember the day I left.
A big person and two little people came into the store and got all up in my business and started banging on my cage. I thought I was going to die. It was terrifying.
Even scarier, those same people took me out of my cage, put me into this little box, and then put me in what I now know as a car. I almost died. The little people wouldn’t stop yelling and trying to grab me out of the box.
When the car finally stopped, I thought maybe things would get better; but no. It only got worse from there. The little people chased me around this big new place. They kept grabbing me really aggressively and it hurt pretty bad. Plus, the big person didn’t tell them to stop, not even once!
The little people started to grow bigger and the misery of being chased around and squeezed, turned into a misery of being squished into a tiny cage for days on end with no human affection.
This is when I decided that little people should not be “gifted” rabbits! I went from one day being terrified out of my mind, and the next being so lonely I could die. People don’t realize how fragile us bunnies are. When you squeeze me when I’m trying to get free, you could break my bones! Then, when you grow tired of me and leave me in a box to live out my life I become some lonesome and depressed that I wish I was dead.
Now, let me tell you about the best day of my life. When one of the not so little humans put food in my cage, they forgot to lock the door, and in a sequence of lucky events someone left the back door open. I broke free. I ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore. Then I laid down and fell asleep. When I woke up I was in another car. Crud, what did I get myself into now?
But it was nothing like before. I had a giant cage with a couple other rabbits hopping around and kind humans who showed me love without getting too aggressive with me. That’s when I learned that the next person to take me home would be someone who truly cared for me and new how to show me affection.
Well, we will pick this up right here next week my loyal readers. But until them, remember not to “gift” us to little ones without proper adult supervision and guidance. Thanks.
