Hey!
Let me introduce myself, my name is Amanda, and I too, have loved Merlin
Here's my story:
My sister/dad were at a sheep and wool festival, last October, and theydecided they would get an Angora bunny. My mom and I werereluctant because my sister and dad aren't always the most responsiblepeople, and they probably wouldn't be able to handle the responsibilityof a new pet. They bought the rabbit anyway. In thecar ride back my sister and I were given the duty to name him, so Isuggested Merlin and my sister (Charlotte) approved. When wegot him home we put him in the basement (Where Charlotte and I hang outmost of the time)and qucklydiscovered that it was toohot. After that, we put him outside on our 2nd floorporch. He was really happy there, I used to take him out, andsit down, comb his fur, and feed him carrots (By now you have probablynoticed how his little mouth gets tinted orange when he nibbles oncarrots [awwww]) When it got too cold for him outside, myparents insisted in putting him in our shed, a dark, cold shed that Iwas very opposed to leaving him in there (not to mention annoyanceoftrudging through thesnow tovisithimin there), and after a couple days theymoved him into our heated garage.
There still wasn't much light, and it was even farther from the house,so I didn't make the trip to visit him as often as I used to.I used to love going in to feed him and brush him, and change hiswater, but my sister/dadrarely held up their end of the dealto clean his cage. My dad eventually got sick of cleaning thecage and the smell of the rabbit in his garage. They alsorefused to let him stay near the house, even when it did get warmagain. (This angered me a great deal, letting me have tharabbit long enough to love him and then make it impossible to mantainhis health just to take him away and break my heart) At somepoint during the winter he had a problem in which he ate his own furinstead of his food, and he became sick. We gave him somepineapple juice and it solved the problem. My dad and hisfriend tunneled a snow cave through a snow bank and Merlin loved it (Ihave a picture I will post if you want). I used to keeppicutres of Merlin in my PreCalc binder and I was always drawingpicutes of him in school.
One day, we were assigned a project in AP Bio where we had to observean animal for 20 minutes and record what happened. I camehome that day from school to observe "Bunny" (We called him bunny moreoften than Merlin) only to find that my Dad had gotten sick of cleaninghis cage and overall having him around, and had given him to his friendwho breeds and eats (!) rabbits. (He assured me that Merlin was too oldto eat:?) I was quite upset. Tonight I heard frommy dad that the Bunny-eating guy (Jim Britt) had informed him of thisforum and Merlin's internet fame
P) on this web site, and here Iam. I am sorry for the term paper, I frequent another forumand I know it is a very n00b thing to do
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I am so happy that Merlin is enjoying his new home and that he isallowed in the house (unlike here, unfortunatly) I think ofhim every time I look by the new luciouspatch of clover in myyard and how much he would enjoy climbing through it. Ireally miss him, and I'm glad he is happyand that someone loves him somuch
EDIT: My sister has already posted, I guess this is my story, a little more in-depth
DOUBLE EDIT:Char!You stole myWalrus name!
