Our first rabbit was actually my daughter's. She brought it home from Ag class at the end of the session. It had no name. I started calling it Peter J Rabbit even though it was a female. "Peter J" got shortened to PJ and it stuck. We kept her outside. Eventually she died of pneumonia. I needed a replacement so my husband bought a bunny from someone he worked with. She was all black and so very tiny. As she grew, three splashes of white formed a collar. We named her Shelby. She lived 6-1/2 years. She died from cancer. We didn't have her spayed. Spaying prolongs their life but we didn't know that then. Her hospital bill was quite large.
Before she passed, my father bought us a Netherland Dwarf. All white with black tips. Another female which we named Cobra. (Yes, we are a Mustang family.) My husband then built a split pen for both rabbits that was fit for royalty. Outside. Cobra lasted less than a year. We never knew exactly what happened to her but she was cremated and her ashes were spread at the local pet cemetery. We decided then to bring Shelby inside in a cage where she lived till she too passed. Her ashes are with me in a little wooden chest.
And now we have Jasper. (Named for the engines.) She is the queen of the house. Ten years old. Solid black and spayed. A Holland Lop. Very spoiled.
When she is gone there will be no more rabbits for us.
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