I don't even have a name for it. It was bought by my brother in 2004 and kids being kids, he got sick of it after which and my parents looked after it from then on. For me, I do not play a big role but I bother to give it a pat daily, manicure it at times and bring it for a bath or bring it for a hop along the corridor. Everyday when I approach it, it will hop towards me happily in its cage. Although the cage is not the most splendid home to it, my parents makes sure that it is cleaned daily. We all do agree that the poor rabbit should not be coped up for so long. We knew it was unfair.
We tried giving it away for adoption but was not successful as we did not want the rabbit to be abused. We managed to give it to a couple but after 2 to 4 days, we took it back because we realized that they were using it for breeding.
Anyway, it stopped eating and drinking for the past two days and we thought it was having a fever. My brother decided to bring it to the vet but it was too late. It died on the way to the vet. =(
I am sad but I'm not crying. I really wondered why? Is it because I have no feelings towards it? Because when Furby was hospitalized years ago, I cried like nobody's business and I could not sleep at all. I just feel kinda weird. Is it some guilt inside me or do I really feel for it?
Anyway, we disposed it at the big rubbish centre after reading from NEA's website that this should be the proper way to dispose a dead pet. Again, it's cruel to do so. Imagine all the rubbish piling up on my dead rabbit? =( Sigh... I just cannot get it out of my head. I hope it is safe and pain free in God's arm now. Rest in peace rabbit... ... We hope you've enjoyed our company for the past few years.
Now, I'm worried about Furby... ...
