MyBoyHarper
Well-Known Member
Sky, I couldn't agree with you more. Youexpressed exactly what I was thinking. I pray the lady lets you havethat rabbit, he will then at least be happy and well cared for.
Beccalynn, I just wanted to say that your story of Beau really touched my heart... :hearts:hug1My Rabbit, Beau, thatI had before I adoptedSylvester and Turbo, was about 5 years old when I adopted him from thelocal shelter. They really had no background history on him other thanthe fact that he had been neglected, was underweight, and terriblyafraid. Then again, why wouldn't he be? Someone had just dropped himoff on the front steps of the shelter. When he first came tolive with me, I got bit, scratched, etc. He couldn't handle eatingcertain things for quite awhile. Soon, we finally figured out a way tomake things work for him. Helearned what toys were andjust the right ways to play with them. Eventually, he was able tofree-range my house and became more like a Dog than the once terrifiedboy he was when I saw him huddled in that cage. 3 years later, wefound out he had cancer, he was so weak, and I was so scared for him.Just a day before surgery, he started showing symptoms of Wry Neck andtreatment didn't help him. He passed away 5 days later. He wasn'thuddled in a cage, yet he was sleeping on top of his big dog bed in themiddle of my bedroom, wrapped in blankets, with the toys he once reallyloved, with me stroking his face.
Rabbits can live outdoors, no problem . I think the problem startswhen the Rabbit doesn't even have something as simple as a cardboardbox or TP roll to play with. Human contact and interactionisimportant .I agree with everything you've said.While I do realize we have a few folkshere who keep their rabbits in clean outdoor hutches, I know thesefolks feed and care for their rabbits and make sure they get properexcersize and human contact. No problem there.
Beccalynn, I just wanted to say that your story of Beau really touched my heart... :hearts
You have to put yourself in the rabbits's shoes...er...feet. That's the life he's used to. It'slike saying a child in an African village somewhere is beingill-treated because they have no running water, toilets, there areflies all over, the child works in the fields, the food is adequate butnotplentiful. But that child isn't being abused,he's just not being spoiled -- and he's probably really happy to behome.He doesn't know thatMadonna lives inapalace with all the trappings, he doesn't long for it(unless they're delivering Us Weekly to the village).Imagine living all day, every day, for your entire lifeexactly the same. You live in a bathroom-sized room with wire floor,and you are bare-footed. You eat the exact same food every meal, everyday, your whole life. The flies are terrible, your nails are overgrown,it constantly stinks (you live right next to the hog pen), you neverget your hair brushed or get a bath. You never go to the doctor- if youare strong, you live, if you are weak, you die. The room is bare exceptfor your food dish with food, the water bottle, and some woolblankets....
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