I don’t dislike him. I love him very much. But I dislike the anxiety and worries he gives me because of his behaviors. He has always been very curious and active and brave, which is a good thing. But because of his personality, he gets into trouble that could’ve gotten himself killed. Once, when I was changing the sheets and had to lift the extremely heavy mattress up, he jumped underneath it and couldn’t make it out in time when i put the mattress back down. Good thing I started looking for him as soon as I finished with the sheets that i realized he must’ve been curious and crawled underneath, and of course there he was, laying flat (he’s ok afterwards). He’d eat rubber, house plants, just anything he could get into his mouth. He used to pee the bed at 2 am and right next to my face. He bites me when I groom him and is impossible to hold still for vet check ups. He attacks my cat and she’s scared of him. And every time i clip his nails it literally takes 3 days to finish. Last week, he went out of our bedroom when I went to turn off the lights in the living room, and couldn’t make it back in time when I went in to sleep. I was so tired I fell asleep right away. The next morning when i couldn’t find him, i thought i was going to die of a cardiac arrest. But he ate a whole banana i left outside and some old hay when I took their litter trash out the night before and managed to survive. So many times he could’ve literally been killed, but because he’s a fuckin rabbit and all there is in that coconut head is bananas and strawberries, he still does the same shit, getting too curious and doing things recklessly! I have pretty bad anxiety about their health from reading people’s stories about their sick or injured pets, and I’d get pretty bad headache and stomachache whenever these things happen. Like if their pooops change color, i get anxiety. If they lose like a gram in the weight, i lose my mind. Yes, I know hes a rabbit and he didn’t mean it. Yes i know i should he patient. Yes i know i should be grateful that he’s still healthy and alive. But oh my god… it’s going on 3 years with them and my body gives out all the same whenever sth unwanted happen. this whole pet ownership thing has tested my ability to be resilient so many times. Sometimes I feel broken by the challenges i’d faced emotionally. And sometimes I feel empowered by the length i’ve gone to take care of them despite my distress. Today i feel very broken, though…
ps: i just rlly needed to vent cus i dont have other rabbit owner friends i can talk to about this. So pls dont judge me…