This past Saturday my husband and I went to the local humane society and picked out a new pet rabbit. Our previous rabbit, Mr. Miranda, died of old age 3 years ago. He was a great joy to me, my husband and our dog Lucy. We've wanted to get another one for a long time now, but always said we would wait until we move back to the midwest and the move from Minnesota to North Carolina with our other rabbit was a huge trauma on poor Mr. Miranda. He didn't eat for about 6 weeks causing him to lose half his body weight. The vet said he looked healthy, was remaining active and hydrated; eventually he would start eating again. And he did but it was clear we would not be getting another rabbit until we settled on a city long-term.
Now that we're here and are settled in the apartment we decided it was time to find another rabbit to join our family. We went to the shelter intending to get a young rabbit that may be more easily trained and would last a little longer (rabbits don't live long). When we got there it was a 2 year old Rex that pulled on our heart strings. We had to wait until yesterday late afternoon to pick him up as they insisted on having him fixed before letting him go.