Summer came to an end and it started getting cooler outside. One morning Charlie walked across the street to get coffee from 7-Eleven. As he left the store, he saw Rabbit sitting on the street corner, like he was waiting for Charlie. That scared Charlie. Because Rabbit followed him around, Charlie was afraid it would try to follow him across the street the next time. Charlie stopped by a local veterinary practice to ask a few questions about rabbits and cold weather. They told him a rabbit could survive outside with temperatures between 37 and 85, but otherwise, needed cover. That was when Charlie decided it was time to adopt the rabbit and bring him inside. Our daughter-in-law named him Dopey because he had one floppy ear but she was the only person to call him that. The rest of us just called him Rabbit, or Wabbit.
Our niece donated a cage she no longer needed and Rabbit stayed outside until it got too cold. The vet had given Charlie a crate and that became his home in a corner of our dining room once we brought him inside.
We didn't let him roam the house much but did learn he could go up the steps on the rare occasion that we let him loose.
Another niece gave us a chicken coop. It was like a penthouse for Rabbit, providing a safe environment from the prey, as well as protection from the weather while we were at work.
But it wasn’t perfect. One day our son heard dogs barking behind the house so went outside to see what was going on. He found Rabbit laying on his back with a big dog’s jaws locked around his stomach. The cage was damaged so apparently the dog had tried to get inside and Rabbit ran for his life. Thankfully Chris was home to save Rabbit from that crisis. He wasn’t hurt, just traumatized. Another time I got home from work and noticed something sitting by the front porch chair, only to discover it was Rabbit. His playpen had turned over somehow, probably the winds catching the tarp, and he found his way to the front porch. I opened the front door as quickly as I could. Rabbit ran in the house as soon as the door opened—he couldn’t get inside fast enough. Still another time, I heard a racket outside only to discover two beagles harassing Rabbit inside his cage. That traumatized him as well!
One time it was Charlie who was traumatized. He couldn’t find Rabbit in the coop and had a moment of panick thinking Rabbit had gotten out somehow. Turns out, he had jumped up inside the coop house and was chilling out in the straw.
Charlie upgraded the indoor cage a few years ago. I don't know if Rabbit liked it better, but he had more space.
Rabbit liked to have his nose and ears scratched. Did you know rabbits lick a person like a dog does? We didn’t! As Charlie gave Rabbit his nightly cuddles, he’d start licking Charlie’s arm. The harder his ears were scratched, the more he licked.
In the seven years we had him, Rabbit was only sick one time, with a urinary tract infection. It cost us an arm and a leg to take him to the vet. We learned he’s considered an exotic pet and not all veterinarians handled those. Like the pet, the price tag was exotic as well!
Rabbit comforted my father-in-law during in his final year when he lived with us. Charlie brought Rabbit to him before or after taking him outside.
He brought joy to others as well, both young and old.
We would never have considered getting a rabbit as a pet, but as mentioned earlier, he found us, we didn’t find him. He was a good pet. I hope he never regretted picking us to be his adopted family all those years ago.
So sorry for your loss but you gave him a good life with lots of love. He seemed to enjoy his life with everyone. Sweet story and yes they are family.
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