Having owned bunnies for probably 30 years, and being an animal shelter volunteer for 14 years, you would think I would know a thing or two about them. You might assume I would be a logical choice to adopt a rabbit, right? Wrong. I was rudely rejected, and I’m not surprised.
It started with a post I saw on Facebook. A laboratory had 16 rabbits it needed to place in homes or foster care before August or they would be euthanized. All were females, used by the lab for 6 months of testing (exactly what they were subjected to was not revealed). The “rescuers” were looking for temporary foster homes or permanent homes. I emailed the person mentioned in the post, who connected me with her contact at the lab. I was interested in adopting one of the bunnies.
Throughout the July 4th weekend I was interrogated via Facebook Messenger. Did I have any existing bunnies? What was their living situation? Do I have a picture of his setup? So, he’s in that cage all day? When does he come out? From the tone of the messages, I knew I wasn’t getting one of them, and I frankly lost interest at this point. After all, I had access to shelter bunnies in need of homes, and I would be able to adopt one without the third degree.
From the line of questioning, I could only be dealing with bunny zealots. I knew my next response would elicit her wrath, so I decided to end her little charade with, “How many more questions?”
As expected, I got the response I knew I would get. It was a lengthy message telling me they’re going to ask all the questions they want because I want to bring a new life into my home. I couldn’t have one of their rabbits because mine was in a cage. (The horror. My basement apparently is akin to a laboratory setting, who knew?) Then she told me I should consider a play area for my “poor” bunny or to rehome him. Seriously? Keep in mind I’ve owned bunnies longer than this person has been alive.
I thanked her for her opinion, reminded her that I never asked her for it, and wished her good luck finding them homes. She responded with more drivel I didn’t read, as I deleted the Messenger conversation and blocked both people involved in the “rescue.”
For some reason bunny rescues feel the bunny should roam free the majority of their time. I disagree. Too many things can happen to an unsupervised bunny left to his own devices. Accidents can happen in the safest of play areas.
I’m surprised I wasn’t asked if my bunny was neutered. Bunny rescues are big on that, too. Rabbits historically do not handle anesthesia well. I’ve had as many as eight rabbits at one time, male and female, most living past their normal life expectancy, and I never had any litters. Why? Because I know what I’m doing.
So the bottom line is they would rather see a rabbit killed than place it with me, who would love and care for it the rest of its days. That’s fine, perhaps it’s a blessing after all. There was never any mention of the type of experiments conducted on them. Had I asked I probably would have immediately been considered an unfit home.
If you’re looking for a rabbit companion, animal shelters are also great places to find a long-eared friend. You will need to complete an adoption application, but I don’t think anyone will be preaching with their bunny bible clenched in their hand. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to tell Rambo how horrible his living situation is. I’ll have to interrupt him between treats and head scratches.