My name is Barbara Rabbit. As it’s Easter week and so many people across the country want to buy rabbits right now, I want to tell you about my life, so you can make an informed decision.
Where I live now, I’m very happy. But that wasn’t always the case.
In my first home, I was neglected.
I don’t think my first humans were bad people, but I don’t think they knew what I needed.
They didn’t know that I needed my claws cutting regularly, so I had to walk on my heels and had open sores on my hocks.
They didn’t know that I needed to be spayed early in life, so I had cysts in my uterus and was in constant pain.
They didn’t know that I needed regular dental check ups, so my teeth grew badly and made eating painful.
They didn’t know that I needed a friend, so I was lonely and afraid.
They didn’t know the right food to feed me, so my bones grew weak.
They didn’t know that I didn’t want to live outside, because the noises and smells scared me too much.
They didn’t know that I was only aggressive because I was unhappy and in pain and scared.
They didn’t know that if they spent more time with me, they could notice my problems and I could become their best friend.
Thankfully, they did know that one day they couldn’t care for me, and they gave me up. It took Support Adoption For Pets nearly six months to nurse me back to health. It took a further three months for my family to find me, and I moved into my forever home on 12th December 2016.
It took me a long time to trust my new humans. But they kept on coming back, respectfully keeping their distance and giving me everything I need. Now, after more than two years, sometimes I go to them for fuss.
I don’t know how long I lived in my first home. Vets estimate I am somewhere between six and ten years old. The effects of my early life have led me to be very easily scared – more than most rabbits. I panic when the window is opened. The neglect I suffered means that I have some health issues. I have arthritis and walk with a limp. I sometimes need my teeth filing down under anaesthetic. I cost my humans a lot in vet bills.
I am happy now.
I have a bedroom and so much hay and a Ned Bunny and lots of soft toys and I don’t have to feel so anxious.
Can you provide lots of space, proactive and reactive vet care, a bunny friend, good nutrition, and patience, love and care for anywhere up to twelve years?
Can you cope if your bunny doesn’t want to be cuddled or even stroked, and still stand by and love her and spend time with her and help her when she needs it?
Can you take over if the child you’re getting the bunny for gets tired of her?
If you can’t, then you don’t want a living, breathing cousin of mine. You want a toy, or perhaps a chocolate bunny. And that’s okay! They are cheaper and cleaner and have many advantages over us live rabbits. #MakeMineChocolate
Please think about what you’re doing.