Simon-and-Phoebe
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Hello all! I joined this server a few days ago in search of help with three very young rabbit kits that all unfortunately passed. I have owned two adult rabbits for close to a year and they are really some of the quirkiest, funniest, and most adorable creatures! Their names are Simon and Phoebe and yes, they’re spayed and neutered.
As a child, I wanted rabbits more than anything in the world, but it wasn’t in the cards. I never intended to own rabbits in my adulthood as I owned and ran a guinea pig sanctuary. I have since adopted out all of those little guys and sworn off of them - I love them, but they’re so messy and so much work! The idea of owning a rabbit first sparked when I went to a local feed store and they had a lovely and sweet giant white rabbit that they found wandering the alleyways nearby. I adored him and his large ears! He went to the local rabbit rescue for a health check and whatnot but sadly passed away during his neutering - so to the local shelter I went!
I fell in love with a doe named Sabrina. She was a spitfire, to say the absolute least. I adopted Simon next. They were best friends, but Sabrina passed only about a month later after a severely abscessed tooth. It took Simon and I a few months to finally come around, but we bonded a lot in that time. I went to a different shelter then in search of his new buddy and in the rabbit room, there was a hutch that had the name ‘Sabrina’ painted on it. Inside of the hutch was a gorgeous black bunny, just stretched out and chilling. It felt like it was meant to be. Her name came to be Phoebe. She and Simon adore each other and they spend endless hours grooming each other, snacking on veggies, and napping on their pillow.
Recently, I came into owning three very very young rabbits. An old friend who had adopted some guinea pigs from us had called us about the kits - I didn’t get the whole story, but I knew that I had to help. The little ones were only a few weeks old and, needless to say, absolutely precious. Despite my best efforts, all three passed away. I’ve been hooked on the idea of more buns since then, though. I’ll be heading to two of the local shelters this weekend and I’ll hopefully be bringing some new little lovelies home. Pictures of all my buns, past and present, below!
My darling Sabrina, curious as ever!
One of the three kits, whose name was Paisley.
Simon and Phoebe being their goofy selves - ignore the messy cage, it gets cleaned up daily. And yes, Simon was in a trash bin. No, I don’t know why.. I’ve learned not to ask many questions.
The only other kit I have photos of with one of our dogs. This dog adores anything little and she would spend hours cuddling and loving the little ones. The bun was named Maxine.
As a child, I wanted rabbits more than anything in the world, but it wasn’t in the cards. I never intended to own rabbits in my adulthood as I owned and ran a guinea pig sanctuary. I have since adopted out all of those little guys and sworn off of them - I love them, but they’re so messy and so much work! The idea of owning a rabbit first sparked when I went to a local feed store and they had a lovely and sweet giant white rabbit that they found wandering the alleyways nearby. I adored him and his large ears! He went to the local rabbit rescue for a health check and whatnot but sadly passed away during his neutering - so to the local shelter I went!
I fell in love with a doe named Sabrina. She was a spitfire, to say the absolute least. I adopted Simon next. They were best friends, but Sabrina passed only about a month later after a severely abscessed tooth. It took Simon and I a few months to finally come around, but we bonded a lot in that time. I went to a different shelter then in search of his new buddy and in the rabbit room, there was a hutch that had the name ‘Sabrina’ painted on it. Inside of the hutch was a gorgeous black bunny, just stretched out and chilling. It felt like it was meant to be. Her name came to be Phoebe. She and Simon adore each other and they spend endless hours grooming each other, snacking on veggies, and napping on their pillow.
Recently, I came into owning three very very young rabbits. An old friend who had adopted some guinea pigs from us had called us about the kits - I didn’t get the whole story, but I knew that I had to help. The little ones were only a few weeks old and, needless to say, absolutely precious. Despite my best efforts, all three passed away. I’ve been hooked on the idea of more buns since then, though. I’ll be heading to two of the local shelters this weekend and I’ll hopefully be bringing some new little lovelies home. Pictures of all my buns, past and present, below!
My darling Sabrina, curious as ever!
One of the three kits, whose name was Paisley.
Simon and Phoebe being their goofy selves - ignore the messy cage, it gets cleaned up daily. And yes, Simon was in a trash bin. No, I don’t know why.. I’ve learned not to ask many questions.
The only other kit I have photos of with one of our dogs. This dog adores anything little and she would spend hours cuddling and loving the little ones. The bun was named Maxine.
