Long story ahead!
I've loved animals my entire life and was destined for bunnies. Heck, when my parents took newborn me home from the hospital I was wearing pink pajamas with little bunnies all over them! My mom didn't want any pets when I was a kid, but let us keep a turtle we found when I was 6. Don't get me wrong, I loved the turtle, but it just wasn't the same as a fuzzy pet! When I was 10, a classmate of mine got a pet bunny named Snickers. Shortly after that, my mom gave me a stuffed bunny (a Dutch, I know now!) that I named Hershey and I just loved that stuffed bunny. Then we moved to a new state and the mall there had a pet store with a huge front window display that was always full of baby bunnies to squeal over.
All of this bunny business really put the idea of a pet rabbit into my head. My brother and I asked our parents for a bunny, but no dice. Then we hatched a scheme. We made protest signs that said things like "no more hugs until we get a bunny!" and that type of thing (in jest, of course). Then went to where our parents were talking and started marching around them with our signs, chanting all the while. They thought it was hilarious and were just rolling around laughing. When they recovered, my mom said they had decided to let us get a bunny. They'd talked it over for the past month or so and had actually just arrived at their decision when we began our "protest." My brother and I were thrilled, and our parents said we could get a bunny in 6 weeks if we got along with each other all summer long. I marked off week 6 on the calendar (August 18, 1995, I remember!), then began the very lonnnnng wait to get our bunny.
That wait was cut short though a week later (uh, July 6, 1995- big day for me!) when we went to the mall and of course HAD to visit the bunnies at the pet store. There were 3 bunnies in the window display: a big brown bunny and two little bunnies with otter markings, one black and the other brown. My brother got it into his head that we should ask to hold the brown one, and my mom (surprisingly!) agreed. After we petted the very skittish bunny, my brother started crying because he wanted THAT one and did not want to wait until August. My mom was always a huge pushover when it came to my brother and tears (the kid was almost 13 years old!) and agreed to let us get the brown one right then. You could have knocked me over with a feather, I was so surprised that we were getting a bunny so soon, but VERY happy!
So, we named our scared little bunny Cinnabun (a name we had already chosen before we got him) and brought him home. We basically knew NOTHING about rabbits yet, but we bought all the books the pet store had. The agreement was that Cinnabun would live in the basement (which was finished, so had carpeting and nice walls and all- it wasn't a dungeon). He would only come out of his cage if we were holding him. He was not allowed on the floor or furniture. My brother and I would be completely responsible for his care. Sounds like a terrible set up for a bunny, right? Essentially an impulse purchase by people with no knowledge about rabbits, shunned to the basement, not allowed to run around outside the cage, cared for only by children...
Thankfully, it did not work out that way. My mom was immediately smitten with our little Cinnabun and he never made it to the basement. Our house had an open floor plan and the first thing she did when we got him home was set up his cage right in the middle of everything. The second thing she did was let him out to explore the house! My brother and I DID remain solely responsible for Cinnabun's care, but my parents had no qualms about paying for vet bills or food or anything and they both loved him, too.
I am glad to say that I never, ever lost interest in my sweet Cinnabun (though my brother did a little bit), and we took wonderful care of him and learned as much about rabbits as possible. He was doted on and loved and spoiled and cared for his entire life of 7 years. I thank Cinnabun for my lifelong love of bunnies and am so, so grateful I got to know him and that my brother turned on the water works at the pet store because I was content to wait until August. Cinnabun was a wonderful rabbit and my life would not be complete without him or my other bunnies that I have now. I plan to always have at least one rabbit because it's just not the same without them. They're much more than just pets to me.
Here are a bunch of photos of Cinnabun (the thumbnails are links to albums, just click on them!):
Congrats if you got through all that!