My boyfriend at the time was working with a landscaping company, and he called me while I was at school (in the middle of class) to tell me that he found a baby bunny and he was bringing it home. I'm a suck for animals, I've taken in cats, dogs, hamsters... and I'm only 17. So when he said it was a bunny, I nearly died. He brough him home in his lunchbox, and we sat in my room staring at him for about 20 minutes. I wasn't sure where to start or what to do. So I hopped on google. Not only was the bunny's chance of living very low because of his age, but I was penniless and without a job. My mom bought PMR, and he ate and grew for a week. Then we ran out and couldn't find the same stuff... anywhere. I'd bring him outside and let him munch on danilions and clovers, and he was growing unbeleivably. It got to the point that he would jump out of the enourmous box I had him in and would wander around my room while I slept. I'd wake up to bunny poop trails around my room. My mom was never to happy about it.
I contacted several animal rescue agencies, and they were all at least 3 hours away. I was stuck. My mom worked fulltime, 6 days a week, and being a single mom, she couldn't take a day off. Not to mention our falling-apart van.
But I had hope. Not only did my little Lunchy grow, he exploded in size. He was more active, and he even started to accept food from me and sit with me. I wouldn't call him tame, he still enjoyed running at top speed away from me, but he was sweet and I was in love. I had never had a rabbit before, so he was a miracle in my eyes.
I was sleeping at my boyfriends house several weeks later, and when I called home to check in, my mom was sad. She wouldn't tell me anything, but I knew right away. We rushed home and she cracked me in the face with the news. Lunchbox was dead. I wandered slowly into my room, and examined him. My mom said that he was fine when she checked on him in the morning, and that he was eating and playing. I was heartbroken. He was sprawled across his box, eyes open. I didn't know what to do. I found a box, picked him up and cradled him, and then placed him in it with his stuffed bunny. We burried him in our backyard in a patch of clover. That was last summer.
Looking back, I don't think I did enough, but I know I tried. He was happy for a while, and I'm sure I helped. I just wanted this to vent, as I'm having trouble with my ratty right now. I figured I'd look back at the good times with some people who know how to love animals as well.
Just wanted a size comparison- he fit in my hand no problem.
