I had come to a point where I truly felt that rabbits may not be the pet for me.
My boyfriend and I had gotten our first bun, Coco, a brown dwarf mix, from a local rescue. From day one, she was terrified of us. From what I understand, she was recovered from a large-scale abuse case, where someone had left her and many other rabbits in their yard unattended for months. It explained her behavior well, and I just hoped that with love and dedication, she would come around.
After six months of being a free-range only child, we decided to find her a companion. Perhaps that would bring her out of her shell. In came Otto, our 4 month old white lionhead. He is a ball of energy, and more sociable than Coco, but won’t stay still long enough to give or receive attention. I believe it was bun love at first sight. From that point, they were inseperable, and withdrew even further from me. The more I tried to interact with them, the more they retreated into their hidey holes. So I respected their wishes, and learned to care for them the best I could without any affection.
I read more and more online about the misconceptions people have about pet rabbits, and how they are independent, and often don’t enjoy conventional pet activities like snuggles and pets. I began to think that I was expecting too much of them, and I should be happy just to co-inhabit with them. Don’t get me wrong, I was. But I couldn’t help feeling like something was missing.
Pair this with the fact that I worked full time, and my boyfriend didn’t have a job. By defunct, he ended up bonding with them way more than I was ever able to. When we split up, it was obvious that they deserved to stay with him, and all I wanted was for my bunnies to be happy. I get regular updates. They’re doing incredibly well.
Flash forward two years, and my life is completely different. I now work out of my home, and I live with a wonderful man, our best friend, and his girlfriend. They all know endless stories about my previous big-eared companions, and I’ve often hinted at wanting to give bunnship another go. But, every time we got to talking about it, my boyfriend would paint himself an image of stinky poo and fur everywhere. Not like I can blame him.
We have a pet shop in town that also takes in forfeited animals, and rehomes them. As much as I have reservations about purchasing animals from a pet shop, that all went out the window the day I met Meatball.
I wasn’t even looking for a rabbit that day. We had actually come to see about hairless rats (my boyfriends favorite). After realizing we had a small animal-shaped hole in our hearts, we thought a few small caged buddies would be easy to maintain and love thoroughly. Well, they didn’t have any, but they did have one gorgeous shiny grey mini lop.
There she was, in all of her glory. Couldn’t be more than a year old, if that. By herself, in a pen on the floor, next to a glass tank filled with much smaller babies. The tiny piles of bun seemed to be stealing her thunder, and as a result, she just spent her time quietly munching. That is, until I sat down on the floor next to her pen. Like lightning, she is beside me, stroking my pants through her cage. I’ve never had a rabbit behave this way towards me. When I got up to leave, finally, it was as if I’d broken her heart, as well as my own.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. So naturally, when my roommate needed to pick up supplies for his lizard the next day, I needed no convincing to tag along. Lo and behold, my baby girl remembers me, and anxiously greets me with more nuzzles. My roomie is impressed. “Lake, that bunny loves you.” Like I didn’t know already. Jokingly I suggest that he buy her for me, and he says SURE! (I mean, she’s only thirty bucks. And my best friend rules.) But I knew it was more of a fantasy, and my boyfriend would not likely go for it. Did not stop me from trying. I called him, and received a “We’ll talk about it.”
The next day was his day off, so we went to lunch. Somehow, we ended up back at the pet store. He says “ok, we can go visit her, but we’re not buying her.” I agree not to pester him, as I would do anything to see her again. My boyfriend starts to pet her, and she starts lavishing him with that same super fluffy affection. And then we put a deposit down on her.
A full day of talks, promises of clean cages and low odor, and habitat logistics later, my sweet Meatball came home with us. I am absolutely amazed by her. I can’t get enough. She is the smartest, sweetest, cleanest, most friendly outgoing animal I have ever seen. I’ve had her for 48 hours, and she is already binkying all over her new home, and endlessly lavishing us with kisses!
Not just that, but my amazing little lady litter box trained herself immediately upon entering her house. I’ve yet to see more than two little stray poos outside her box, and she goes right in front of me, with such an attitude of pride about it.
I seriously feel like I’ve been blessed by the lagomorph gods with this one. I assumed that amazing buns like this were forged out of years of dedication and bonding. I never imagine I could be so loved by any living thing so instantly and sincerely. I’m chalking my previous experiences up to a bad personality match. Do you think there is such a thing?
Anyway, without further adieu; My Meatball.