When I was about 8 years old my Auntie gave me 50p to go and spend in the farm shop, instead of sweets I went home with a baby bunny.. That was Hazel, and he lived a great life with us, until he died when he was about 10..
I got my next bunny Dylan when I went to a pet shop with my hubby Pete in 1999.. He was a French lop and was 6 months old, he had free range of the shop and was nicknamed Psycho.. Maybe I should have been worried about this name, but I ended up with the most adorable little boy, who was fully litter/house trained.. A few months after getting him in which I had got him neutered, I got him a girlfriend, another french lop and I called her Chloe.. Together they were the perfect couple and would come into the house every night and watch TV, even known to eat the pizza crusts and garlic bread from our takeaways! Unfortunately in December 2000, Pete found them both dead one afternoon in their shed.. The vet said that maybe a fox had scared them and they died of heart attacks.. I had them cremated together, and still have their ashes..
The day after Dylan and Chloe died I went out to get another bunny or 2.. Some may say it was too early to replace them, but that was my way of coping, and I will never forget them.. So along came Amber and Jasmine, they were sisters and 6 weeks old.. They were tiny little things and adorable..
Well those who look on the bunny threads know that I have got 2 more bunnies this year..
Billy was a pet shop bunny who I feel in love with.. Harvey was rescued from a house where Pete was working..