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The Story of Babbit D. Bunny, Esq.


Babbit came into our lives one evening in October, 1997. We were leaving the house in order to go out to dinner and my husband saw this little gray and tan brindled bunny under the rhododendron bush by the front door eating the leaves from clover and my dahlietta flowers. He tried to catch him but he hopped off at full speed across the street.

When we got home, he was back there again, eating his fill. Again he got away when we tried to corner him. After we went into the house, he came back. This time my husband finessed him into the back yard where he finally caught him after being led on a merry chase for quit sometime. We have never figured out whether he had been a domestic rabbit that got lose or was born in the wild. Neighbors have said they have seen others that looked like him running in the neighborhood. His coat was gray and tannish brown with a soft cinnamony color on the back of his neck and a white underside. He weighed around 7 or 8 pounds when he came to us. We had never had a rabbit for a pet before but now sounded like a good idea.

We didnít even know that rabbits can been kept indoors. He lived caged in the garage for awhile then was given the free run of the backyard and then ran free in the garage and was working towards being free in the house. He was a personality and a half. When he came in the house in the morning from the garage to go out in the yard, he would stop in the kitchen for a snack. He wanted cereal or raisins before going out and if you would open the refrigerator, he was right there waiting for a veggie snack. Apples and cabbage where is favorites and carrots came next. Dry bread was also a favorite of his. He was such a character. Very stand offish and didnít like to be held for more than a minute or so. If you were sitting in the recliner though, heíd sometimes quit whatever he was doing and run over to the chair, jump up and make his way to your face and give you a big bunny whisker kiss and take off again. Climbing on the couches and chairs was a favorite past time and loved trying to walk across the end table or the coffee table which had a shelf near the floor underneath. Sometimes heíd set there on the shelf and look for all the world like a large figurine of a bunny.

We called him Babbit D. Bunny because as a child I had always said things backwards or differently for the fun of it and "runny babbit" was always my way of saying bunny rabbit. When I said it that night it stuck. The "D." in his name was for Dumb. He could be very dumb. When holding him, he would try to launch himself out over your shoulder even if it meant landing head first on the floor.

We were having a little trouble with him marking his territory in the house so we decided to have him neutered since all the articles we found on the net advised us to do so. We checked with the vet we had used for the cats and they said they had experience with rabbits. The day of his surgery, my husband put his beloved little bun bun into the cage and took him to the office early in the morning. Sometime around noon we got a phone call telling us our very much loved little bunny had died during the surgery. My husband was so up set he just sobbed. I knew he had become attached to him as had I but never realized his death would hit him so hard. We both missed him so terribly that within a few weeks we were already talking about getting another.

Dean started looking around and watching the paper. When he went to pick up the carrying cage he saw an add for bunnies and brought the number home. We called them and they had some mini lops for sale so that night we went over to check them out and came home with a precious year old guy. They had named him Pretty because they thought he was a she. He was very frightened and quivered when held and would snuggle up into your neck very tightly so I named him Snuggle and in order to keep up with the way we named Babbit, he is Snuggle E. Bunny. You say it like "snuggly". He looks like a Siamese cat in coloring and still will snuggle into your neck although he does not quiver much anymore. We knew we had to address the issue of neutering again and we doubt if it was the vetís fault at all, we were both reluctant to take him back. It is unfortunately not uncommon for rabbits to die from spaying and neutering surgeries. I decided to contact someone at the House Rabbit Society and see if I could get a recommendation for a vet in our area of the Pacific Northwest. The answer I got was no direct knowledge but some of the local members had mentioned two different vets so we picked one, made an appointment and acted like nervous Nellies until D-Day. Well as it happens, there was no need to worry, Snuggle E. came threw in fine shape and is recovering at home very nicely. He still has some hormones left in him and still is giving our poor cats grief but it is slowing down and has been about three weeks.

We will probably get one more rabbit at least. Iíve always loved lops but I just have to have another with upright ears. I just loved Babbitís expressions with one ear out and the other straight up. He will always be in our hearts and since I had already started this web site for him I decided to keep it going for him. A rabbit makes the most wonderful house pet and they donít have dander so they donít cause the allergies as readily as cat or dog will. I have an asthmatic Granddaughter that canít have a pet because of the dander but she is not affected by her pet bunny they got after Babbit came to live with us.



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*(1)This is a picture of a rabbit called Robin but he could be a twin of Babbit.
We unfortunately never got any still pictures of Babbit.
*(2)This is also not a picture of Snuggle E. but again, is a exact look alike of him.
We took pictures of him before he died but the film has been misplaced





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