Hollie
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Sorry to dredge up an old thread, but I thought that I'dm mention the two rabbits who I believe were my heart bunnies.
Firstly, there was Toffee. She was a brown dutch that lived at the school where my mum worked. When we moved to Bahrain we had to leave our rabbit, Peter, and out guinea pigs, behind, and he went to live with my uncle and his family. We missed having a rabbit around, so we ended up taking Toffee home for weekends. And then weekends just became permanent Even though her hutch was outdoors she spent most of her day inside with us, playing with me. I used to play dead by lying under the dining room table, and even if she came up to nudge me I wouldn't move. Off she'd go running to my mum, growling and thumping until she followed her back to me! She was an amazing bunny... unfortunately she had her years cut short because of some *******.
Secondly, there was Bobtail. We got Bobtail and Brockoli (purposely spelt that way - it's a combo of broccoli and brock, a name for a badger) from a friend's compound, where they were living with their two siblings in a tiny hutch. Mum wouldn't let us take all four of them, so we had to choose - Bobtail was an albino, and Brockoli was a black and white angora/Dutch cross. Brock was always quite timid, whereas Bobtail was a boistrous little girl who wanted to be in on everything. Brock passed away one summer while we were on holiday, and I swear down that round about the night she died I had a dream that she'd passed over. I knew she wouldn't be there when we got home. So poor Bobsy was alone, until one morning my mum came into my room yelling that she was loose in the garden. After double checking the cage and finding Bobs in there, we were slightly confused... until we say the tiny baby albino bunny at the other end of the garden! I caught him (it was the first time I've heard a rabbit scream - I was so **** scared I dropped the poor little thing!), and in he went with Bobtail - we called him Scruffy. To cut what would be an even longer story short, Bobtail was my last bunny, and she lived with us for a good 12 years or so. I missed her litke anything when she passed... I knew it was her time to go when I went to take her her dinner, and she died shortly afterwards. I still get a lump in my throat thinking about it.
Firstly, there was Toffee. She was a brown dutch that lived at the school where my mum worked. When we moved to Bahrain we had to leave our rabbit, Peter, and out guinea pigs, behind, and he went to live with my uncle and his family. We missed having a rabbit around, so we ended up taking Toffee home for weekends. And then weekends just became permanent Even though her hutch was outdoors she spent most of her day inside with us, playing with me. I used to play dead by lying under the dining room table, and even if she came up to nudge me I wouldn't move. Off she'd go running to my mum, growling and thumping until she followed her back to me! She was an amazing bunny... unfortunately she had her years cut short because of some *******.
Secondly, there was Bobtail. We got Bobtail and Brockoli (purposely spelt that way - it's a combo of broccoli and brock, a name for a badger) from a friend's compound, where they were living with their two siblings in a tiny hutch. Mum wouldn't let us take all four of them, so we had to choose - Bobtail was an albino, and Brockoli was a black and white angora/Dutch cross. Brock was always quite timid, whereas Bobtail was a boistrous little girl who wanted to be in on everything. Brock passed away one summer while we were on holiday, and I swear down that round about the night she died I had a dream that she'd passed over. I knew she wouldn't be there when we got home. So poor Bobsy was alone, until one morning my mum came into my room yelling that she was loose in the garden. After double checking the cage and finding Bobs in there, we were slightly confused... until we say the tiny baby albino bunny at the other end of the garden! I caught him (it was the first time I've heard a rabbit scream - I was so **** scared I dropped the poor little thing!), and in he went with Bobtail - we called him Scruffy. To cut what would be an even longer story short, Bobtail was my last bunny, and she lived with us for a good 12 years or so. I missed her litke anything when she passed... I knew it was her time to go when I went to take her her dinner, and she died shortly afterwards. I still get a lump in my throat thinking about it.