Little did I know...though i had a funny feeling...while I was typing my last post, my dear sweet little bunny Poppet was lying limp and lifeless in her cage. I had her for exactly 2 short weeks. I went maybe 2 days without playing with her during that time. Strangely enough, in that short and busy time, I actually grew extremely attached to her. She was very small, very gentle, seemingly loving, active, eating, drinking...a happy little bunny right? I played with her yesterday, she sniffed noses with the cat, he tapped her with his paw and she wasn't the least bit afraid...she even hopped over to get next to him. She liked to sit on your shoulder or just sit down next to you and rock back and forth. We called her our little autistic bunny, I really liked her.
So now, here I am, 27, on my first free day in ages, sitting here depressed, all about a little bunny that I've know for 13 days. I haven't loss a pet in a while...and I really enjoyed having a pet of my own. Oh well.
Now what to do with the cage and all the bunny paraphernalia.
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