Zurrz
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Several years ago in the Summer of 2010 I went to a fair in my little Maine town. I went to look at the animals as I always do, an animal lover at heart. I just couldn't resist. As I was walking through the stalls, that earthen farm smell surrounding me, I was distracted from the cows and goats by a plain looking table.
Baby buns hopping around in an enclosure, looking very fluffy and cute.
I had assumed they were there simply for show, it hadn't occurred to me that a rabbit could be a pet! (Even though one of my neighbors growing up had a bunny, a fact I seemed to have forgotten at the time)
I've had many fur babies, hamsters, dogs, a rat, a ferret, cats. Birds, and birds, and bird. I was very successful with my fish, who lived for nearly a decade. Pets were constant in my life, my brother had lizards and snakes who always seemed to prefer me as well. (I truly believe animals can sense a person who is all embracing of them, which is why I've been able to gain the trust of even those labeled "feral") But a rabbit as a pet? That was interesting to me, and as I'm a scholar at heart I began researching.
Boy, I researched. I read, and read, and read. I read about illnesses, dietary needs, different breeds of rabbits, rabbit showing, rabbit body language, the benefits of spaying and neutering. Everything that a prospective rabbit owner should and could read (though, unfortunately many do not and don't understand what rabbits need and what's best for them before getting one simply because "they're so cute") and after thinking about it and speaking to my parents I finally felt ready and able to care for this animal to the best of my abilities.
It was the end of my Freshmen year in Highschool, I had been busy emailing breeders (I live in Maine, so I was constantly skeptical of the breeders. I wasn't going to support a breeder that was just trying to get some cash and didn't care if the babies became pets, stew, or snake food.) and still couldn't find one I felt great about, or I did and they didn't have any males.
It's June now, I've been looking for my rabbit, stopped by the Humane Society but didn't make a connection with the rabbit they had there (she was a sweetie and was adopted shortly after I left). One of my mothers informed me that a friend of hers had ended up with a litter of baby buns, this peaked my interest and after talking to them I found out they were Lionheads. I asked for a black male, and was told they would get back to me after sexing them.
There was a single male in that litter, he just so happened to have a wonderful black coat. It almost seemed like I was meant to have him. I was told he'd be old enough to go home on July 4th, a date I found to be ironic and it made me believe that he was meant to mine even more.
Now I have to explain myself. Several years before when I lived with one of my mothers (I have two, long story that I might explain later) boyfriends, he had a pregnant dog who he would not fix no matter how hard I tried to convince him to, and I was with her while she gave birth. I was twelve at the time and home during summer vacation, one of the pups was born still in the sac and the mother didn't do anything to help so I broke that baby out at breathed some life into him. Those pups were born on July 3rd, and we ending up keeping the one I saved. He was the sweetest and most loving black lab mix, and he was mine.
I had to rehome him eventually, which was heartbreaking. That was years ago and I'm still pretty sore from it.
But back to the babbits,
On July 3rd, 2011 I was called and told I could have my bunny that day, they would be in the area since they were bringing the others to a picnic to socialize them. At that point I was freaking out, I enjoy schedule and having him a day early was NOT planned. But when I got him all my problems erased. He the most precious creature I had even seen and I was smitten.
"Who are you and what am I doing here?"
It was then that I finally decided on a name!
Cid.
"If I pose will you get that thing out of my face?"
"Ah, yes. You're making good progress cleaning, Mom!"
"...see? This is called perfusion. Where would you be without me to help you with your homework?"
Life is good.
Thank you for bearing with me while I give a long winding explanation as to how I got Cid! The rest of these entries probably won't be as boring!
Baby buns hopping around in an enclosure, looking very fluffy and cute.
I had assumed they were there simply for show, it hadn't occurred to me that a rabbit could be a pet! (Even though one of my neighbors growing up had a bunny, a fact I seemed to have forgotten at the time)
I've had many fur babies, hamsters, dogs, a rat, a ferret, cats. Birds, and birds, and bird. I was very successful with my fish, who lived for nearly a decade. Pets were constant in my life, my brother had lizards and snakes who always seemed to prefer me as well. (I truly believe animals can sense a person who is all embracing of them, which is why I've been able to gain the trust of even those labeled "feral") But a rabbit as a pet? That was interesting to me, and as I'm a scholar at heart I began researching.
Boy, I researched. I read, and read, and read. I read about illnesses, dietary needs, different breeds of rabbits, rabbit showing, rabbit body language, the benefits of spaying and neutering. Everything that a prospective rabbit owner should and could read (though, unfortunately many do not and don't understand what rabbits need and what's best for them before getting one simply because "they're so cute") and after thinking about it and speaking to my parents I finally felt ready and able to care for this animal to the best of my abilities.
It was the end of my Freshmen year in Highschool, I had been busy emailing breeders (I live in Maine, so I was constantly skeptical of the breeders. I wasn't going to support a breeder that was just trying to get some cash and didn't care if the babies became pets, stew, or snake food.) and still couldn't find one I felt great about, or I did and they didn't have any males.
It's June now, I've been looking for my rabbit, stopped by the Humane Society but didn't make a connection with the rabbit they had there (she was a sweetie and was adopted shortly after I left). One of my mothers informed me that a friend of hers had ended up with a litter of baby buns, this peaked my interest and after talking to them I found out they were Lionheads. I asked for a black male, and was told they would get back to me after sexing them.
There was a single male in that litter, he just so happened to have a wonderful black coat. It almost seemed like I was meant to have him. I was told he'd be old enough to go home on July 4th, a date I found to be ironic and it made me believe that he was meant to mine even more.
Now I have to explain myself. Several years before when I lived with one of my mothers (I have two, long story that I might explain later) boyfriends, he had a pregnant dog who he would not fix no matter how hard I tried to convince him to, and I was with her while she gave birth. I was twelve at the time and home during summer vacation, one of the pups was born still in the sac and the mother didn't do anything to help so I broke that baby out at breathed some life into him. Those pups were born on July 3rd, and we ending up keeping the one I saved. He was the sweetest and most loving black lab mix, and he was mine.
I had to rehome him eventually, which was heartbreaking. That was years ago and I'm still pretty sore from it.
But back to the babbits,
On July 3rd, 2011 I was called and told I could have my bunny that day, they would be in the area since they were bringing the others to a picnic to socialize them. At that point I was freaking out, I enjoy schedule and having him a day early was NOT planned. But when I got him all my problems erased. He the most precious creature I had even seen and I was smitten.
"Who are you and what am I doing here?"
It was then that I finally decided on a name!
Cid.
"If I pose will you get that thing out of my face?"
"Ah, yes. You're making good progress cleaning, Mom!"
"...see? This is called perfusion. Where would you be without me to help you with your homework?"
Life is good.
Thank you for bearing with me while I give a long winding explanation as to how I got Cid! The rest of these entries probably won't be as boring!
