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My Heart and Soul Pet – Contributed Rabbit Story

Story Contributed by Suzie from
"I have heard that everyone has that one certain pet they love. They have to have, they only want that one type of pet and nothing else. Well, for me that pet is a bunny. I love them heart and soul. Not just because they are cute and unusual, they are more than that to me. Once upon a time a black rabbit named Midnight was there for me in more way than any human could possible think.
I do not remember a time I have not loved bunnies. I remember growing up and having a small kit (baby rabbit) as a pet for the day. Yes, I do mean day. When my dad would cut the first cutting of alfalfa hay, he would jump off the tractor and capture me a wild rabbit to hold. However, at the end of the day I had to let that little furry baby go. I could not keep the rabbit past sundown. It was hard letting that little rabbit go, but I knew that I could not keep it and if I did, it would probably die. My grandfather told me that I just could not keep something wild as a pet. He explained that something wild just could not live confined in a cage or on human terms. At the time I truly did not understand, however I learned as I grew up.
As I got older, became a teenage and young adult, I did not think about bunnies much. I was too busy doing anything I could just to have some fun. Growing up on a farm, I felt like I missed out of so much. But I now realize that I had the good life compared to other kids my age at the time. 
After I got married, my husband got me a bunny to help me feel better. I was suffering from depression from a bi-lateral hysterectomy. For some strange reason the hormonal medicine made me have severe manic depression. Doctors kept increasing the hormonal medicine and I kept going downhill, they added more drugs to combat the depression but it really did not help.
My first bunny was Floppy. He was a gray and white bunny that loved to attack my legs. Every time the fridge would open, he would hop in to get his carrot or lettuce and run off. It was a funny site to see. Floppy would race around the house so fast, sadly he ran to fast one day and on slick hardwood floors he slammed into the wood baseboard. It broke his back and he did not live long after that.
Shortly after losing Floppy, my husband brought home Midnight. He was working a 2nd job at a gas station. One of the customers was trying to get rid of a black rabbit she did not want. It was an Easter present. He came home that night and gave me a moving box. I opened the moving box and saw this little black lop eared bunny and it was love at first site. In my depressive state, I thought that bunny hung the moon. No matter what I did or where I went in my house, he was always there. Midnight would sleep with me all the time. During the winter, he would allow me to hold him in my arms. When it was warm, he would sleep above my head and groom my hair. The love that bunny gave me was something I could not find.
Midnight offered something that the doctors and my family could not seem to understand I needed. Midnight offered me unconditionally love. I would be sitting crying over who knows what and Midnight would be in my lap to catch my tears. I could be sitting at the computer and he would be at my feet keeping them warm. Midnight was always there no matter what.
He was obsessed by sweet tea. If I had a glass of tea, he would have to drink from it every time I would take a drink. I do not know what he was thinking except he wanted the sweetness. He spilled more glasses of tea than a child spills glasses at the supper table. No matter where I sat the glass he would always find a way to get his drink.
Midnight loved water. He would jump in the shower when I would wash. I do not know why but he enjoyed splashing in the water. Sadly, his playing in the water was his downfall. Bunnies are not water creatures. Yes, they can swim but they only need water to drink. They do not and should not have a bath like a dog. They are fine with grooming them self. Midnight lived with me almost 5 years before he left me for the Rainbow Bridge. He got the sniffles from playing in the water. I still grieve for my heart pet today even though it has been over 10 years. I buried him in my rose garden and visit him often.
I love and miss you Midnight. You will always be my heart and soul bunny."
Suzie's Bio Box – I am a slave to two bunnies. CupCake and Coale. CupCake is a black and white dutch mix while Coale is a black mini lop. I blog about books and bunnies at

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  1. Josie Josie

    Beautiful.  It is wonderful what those little balls of fur and fluf can do for our souls.  

  2. PansyPotter PansyPotter

    Lovely story. Those who know rabbits can't help loving them. I can feel my stress levels fall just looking at your beautiful and loving Midnight. Love to you and your CupCake and Coale.

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