My children are currently furious with me: their favorite bunny, the black one they were calling Midnight, was adopted today. And the last of the speckled ones, whom they call Flipsie, is leaving for his/her new home tomorrow, or so we hope, leaving only the blue of the five bunny babies here with us.
I didn’t want to let all the babies go either. They were ridiculously adorable and soft, and I’ve got a soft heart for all things furry, especially when they’re babies. But the cost of feeding all of the rabbits is prohibitive. The cost of housing them all as well, not to mention having them all altered so that they could live in harmony. And the smell!!! Ye gods.
So this afternoon, the girls made their tearful goodbyes to Midnight, which broke my heart as well, but it was the best thing I could do for our shy little black furball. They’ll forgive me eventually, I know, but I don’t know when they’ll understand that you can’t keep every furry thing you meet, much as you might want to. I’d love to open my doors to them all as well, but my budget won’t extend quite that far.
We still have Stitch and mama Cynnamon, and maybe we’ll keep the adventurous Blue as well, and of course the dogs are going nowhere, so they’re not petless, but right now that doesn’t help. Aneira, especially, feels betrayed, despite having been told repeatedly that I couldn’t promise that we were going to keep any of them. And even though I did warn them, their tears still make me feel guilty.