I feel particularly grieved whenever I hear instances of animal abuse. God put us humans in charge of this planet but he never meant us to neglect or mistreat his creation.From When a Man Loves a Rabbit (Learning and Living With Bunnies), here’s one of many stories I told about my adoption of maltreated rabbits.
After Sunday service one August afternoon, my friend Willy strolled up to me.
I’ve got this little rabbit,” he began. “He’s in a pen with the others, but they keep biting him. The poor guy just sits in one corner of the cage while the rest of the rabbits sit in the other. He’s too small to be a meat rabbit, so I was wondering if you wanted him.”
I felt sorry for that poor picked-on bunny and I accepted Willy’s offer. Sunday after Sunday, I waited for him to bring me the rabbit, but something always stood in his way. It wasn’t until the last day of September that my church friend brought the rabbit in a dilapidated carrier.
“I want the carrier back sometime soon,” Willy said.
That didn’t bother me at all. I had other carriers which were in much better condition.
When I got home, I took out the bunny and placed him in the white cage, which I then moved into the living room. As I watched him exploring his new surroundings, I pondered the interesting things Willy had told me.
Three church families had that poor rabbit in as many years and all lost interest in their pet. The children must have manhandled the little creature, causing him to be wary of them. No wonder he cringed and was jumpy whenever I reached out to stroke his fur. Of course, he was traumatized by the big bunnies that bit him and that could have accounted for his nervousness too.
The last family called him Peewee. I despised that name because it reminded me of that children’s TV show Peewee’s Playhouse.
Since the rabbit was tiny and his black fur made him hard to see in dim light, I called him Neutrino. In scientific terms, a neutrino is a sub-atomic particle that is nearly impossible to detect and can pass through most matter without disturbing it. I also loved the rock group Klaatu’s song The Little Neutrino.
According to an American Rabbit Breeders Association poster, my new lagomorph lad was a Netherland Dwarf. He was small with classic markings?a beige belly and chin, shortened ears with beige fur inside, beige rings around his eyes and brownish fur on the back of his neck. I was amazed at how large his brown eyes were compared to the rest of his head. They made him appear naive and innocent.
When a Man Loves a Rabbit contains many more stories of my life with house bunnies. These range from the tragic to the hilarious. Click here to read more about this book and to order it.