Note: this story is not mine, but i would really like to share this story to you! 
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RABBITS ))
I grew up with animals in my house from the day I was born. When I was three, my mom and I were at the pet shop buying my sister’s cat food, when we came across a cage of small baby bunnies. All of the rabbits were adorable, but there was this one small grey rabbit that had the softest fur of all. Dusty was the softest thing that anyone who petted him had ever felt. My mom, being a mother of 3 small children, and her husband being away on a business trip decided not to get him. A week passed, and she found that she couldn’t stop thinking about the rabbit, so she decided to go back with me just to see if he was still there. He was, and we bought him. I think that Dusty and I shared a special bond, because we were both so nieve. Nothing can get much more adorable and innocent then a 3 year old girl and a baby bunny. As a baby, Dusty would sleep on his side with his little round eyes closed and snorting softly. We both grew out of babyhood together, and soon I had started school. Being away from Dusty during the day was tough, but I had so many stories to tell him about kindergarten when I got home. I didn’t know how to read yet but I would go through picture books and make up what I thought the story was based on the pictures and tell them to Dusty. I read many stories to Dusty every night. Dusty grew big and strong, and soon he was quite big and fat, and he snorted. It was the cutest, funniest thing I had ever seen and it still makes me laugh. I loved playing “school” with Dusty. I would set up all of my dolls beside Dusy’s cage and teach every subject. “Teaching” Dusty really helped me learn a lot, and sometimes I swear, I think that Dusty knew what I was saying, sometimes I felt like he was actually learning. I used to put all of the colours on a piece of paper, and then tell Dusty to touch whichever colour was his favourite. I drew all kinds of pictures for Dusty and taped them up beside his cage.
I got older, and while I got ready for grade 2 in the morning I would let Dusty hop around the room as I put sparkles on my face. Dusty must have spent hours hopping around the room each day. A few times I accidently left my favourite doll on the floor, and when I picked her up, some of her fingers would be half chewed off. I always laughed it off, I loved Dusty so much. A couple of times, I saw Dusty standing on his hind legs, and pushing my doll stroller, just like he saw me doing. I can’t get over how intelligent rabbits can be, we really did learn so much from each other. During the night sometimes I would get scared about monsters, but then I would hear Dusty’s gentle snorting, and I would just know that everything was going to be okay. I brought Dusty to school sometimes for show-and-tell, to show my class mates, who he was very popular with. Dusty’s favourite food was parsely. For some reason we both really liked parsley and I would eat the stems, and Dusty would eat the leaves. My dad built this little house for Dusty too. Dusty was a little big for it though, so I would always fill it with hay, and Dusty liked to sit on top to have a good look around. I read more complex books to Dusty, I didn’t think that Dusty understood much of these, but he really like the sound of my voice. Dusty really enjoyed these relaxing times.
I got older, and I couldn’t take Dusty to school anymore. I also stopped reading to Dusty, and didn’t tell him about my day as often. I would spend long periods of time just sitting there petting him. I would leave stuffed animals beside Dusty’s cage sometimes to give him company, and I would leave the windows open to give him fresh air. At this point I began taking Dusty outside. Dusty got scared going outside, but I really think that the fresh air, grass and sun was good for him. One time I took him out during the winter, and Dusty liked it way more then I expected. During Christmas I would always but Dusty presents, which I sometimes wrapped and put bows on. I even bought a Dusty- sized Christmas tree that I decorated with little tiny coloured lights. I would write cards for Dusty and read them to him on Christmas morning. I was convinced that Dusty’s birthday was around Easter, and I would through a party for him with my sister. I bought him presents then too, and sometimes I decorated empty toilet-paper rolls and stuffed them with lettuce for him to chew on. Once, I lost Dusty’s leash, so I took him outside without it on, and kept him at arms distance. Soon though, it became clear to me that Dusty wasn’t going to go anywhere, and that he wanted to stay with me. Slowly, I began taking him outside like this each day, and Dusty became far more used to the outdoors, and became very excited about going outside. Dusty and my big dog always got along very well- it was really very cute. Dusty was always just so sweet and friendly, he was always so nice to the cat and dog, even when my cat batted him away and my dog to my dismay, barked at Dusty. I remember the first time I accidently payed attention to my dog for too long, and when I looked back at Dusty he was gone. I absolutely panicked. I jumped up and spun around scanning the backyard. I shouted his name and was so scared, but then Dusty came running out of the bushes, having heard me scared and shouting his name. This happened a total of 3 or 4 times, and each time Dusty came running to me. I told Dusty many times a day- I think ever since I got him- how much I loved him, and how much he ment to me. In the last 5 minutes before I turned 13 years old I have a picture of me holding Dusty and my teddy in my arms sort of because I wasn’t going to be a child anymore and it was the last time I would hold them as a child.
One day, when I was 13 years old, I noticed that Dusty hadn’t eaten any of his pellets that morning. I kept an eye on him and I could tell that something was wrong, so that night, I told my mom that I wanted to take him to the vet. We got an appointment for the following morning. I wrapped Dusty in a towel and held him on the way there, and the vet said that she didn’t like the feel of something in his stomach and that she wanted to take x-rays. At the time my mom and dad were renovating a new house, so my mom and I went there for an hour. My dad didn’t go on business trips very often, but ironically he was away on another one that week. While we were at the new house I finally decided that I would be okay to move into it, and leave the old one behind, because I would have Dusty. When we got back to the vet clinic, went down to the x-ray room and got horrible news. Dusty had tumors in his tummy and his chest, and those were the cause for his snorting. The tumor in his tummy was blocking any food from getting out of his stomach, and the vet said that if we didn’t put Dusty down, he was going to starve to death. I was in complete denial, it was too much to take in. Two days ago, Dusty was fine, and now I was looking my worst nightmare in the face. I thought that I would get to move with Dusty, I had based the whole theme of my room around him, and I thought that I would have more time with him. I thought that there must be some way for Dusty to pull through. That night I force fed Dusty some mashed up pellets, I was so stressed out, I biked over to the cheap corner pet store and bought Dusty all of the rabbit toys in it. The next morning my mom woke me up, and she said that Dusty looked unwell. I still thought that Dusty might be okay. I was convinced that it was normal. It was early, but I got up right away and took Dusty outside without a leash on. I never put Dusty down though. I told Dusty how much I loved him again and how much he ment to me with all of my heart. Suddenly, Dusty wasn’t able to support his head anymore. It became clear to me that Dusty had stayed up and fought death the whole night, because he was waiting for me to wake up. I carried Dusty around, supporting his head to smell all of the flowers. I had him smell the freshly cut grass, the pines, and I walked him all around the big backyard. I lay down with him in a shady spot against the vine covered fence, and he lay on his side, like he used to do when he was a baby. He rested his head on the ground and sometime he opened his cute eyes to look at me. I softly sang him songs and I snapped a couple pictures of him, but not for long to let him rest. I kissed him and stroked his soft fur. Then he began to look very uncomfy. I lay him on my stomach and he still looked restless. So I put him back down beside me carefully. Suddenly he began snorting very loudly and shaking. I thought that maybe he was stretching, but I started getting very scared. Then Dusty was limp. I picked him up, holding him close, and ran into the house, calling my mom. She wrapped him in a towel, and I was sobbing. She held him and I sat close, with my finger on his forhead. We weren’t sure if Dusty was still alive. Then, I heard Dusty give a very faint last little snort, and I knew that he was gone. I have never been so sad in my life. Dusty used to lick my tears away when I cried. Dusty wasn’t my whole life, but he made my life whole. I buried him at the new house under a pine tree, in a wooden box that I decorated. I also made him a grave stone and sometimes I leave parsley on his grave. It has only been a couple of weeks since Dusty passed away, and I still have nightmares everynight, but those nightmares aren’t about Dusty dieing, they are about Dusty still being alive in some way, unable to rest in peace. Dusty will always rest in peace though forever and ever because of my great memories of him and my eternal love for him. Rest in peace Dusty, I love you always. <3
and he was so fluffy! His friend tried to bite me when I was hand feeding them, writing this makes me feel like going back! But the problem was, they were so expensive, because of their rarity and because they were so social, they caused 400 aed, I don’t know if its for both of them, so I didn’t buy them, I thought they were worth the money, but after doing a small research about them, I remembered about what they were eating which were sunflower seeds and nuts, and I have read that seeds and nuts contains phosphorus which is dangerous cause sugar gliders need calcium but the phosphorus absorbs the calcium, which leads to hind leg paralysis, so the sugar gliders the pet shops were selling were not worth the money because the food they were feeding the sugar gliders affect its health… (I feel like a vet now) hehe, I learn quicker when I am studying something I’m interested in, which is why I get low grades LOL 
