My Furry Friend: The Story of My Pet Rabbit

Good morning, today I’m going to talk about my pet rabbit. Actually I was going to talk about my opinions on PT3, I even prepared another script for that but then I found it too offensive so I just change the topic. So, about my pet rabbit, few years back, my parents left us to look out the house and they went out for weekly shopping. Me and my elder brother were watching television in the living room and we heard the sound of the key clinging, followed by my mum coming in.

Thing seems pretty normal, but then my father came in with a cage. And yes, there’s my new pet in there. I remembered it being a white furry ball having two black shining eyes, with short ears. I was shocked, I never have any pet that I can play with other than those fish in the aquarium, imagine playing with a half-dead fish with smelly body and such.

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So of course a pet needs a name, we can’t think of any and later settles with the name Labit.

She’s cute and timid at first, but the longer the time you spend with that thing, you’ll realise that she’s not like the others. She then became really active, naughty and having personalities that other rabbits normally don’t have. Labit don’t eat carrots, she’ll push it away, seriously, she’ll pick out all the feeds she doesn’t like and she bite people.

We all like that little guy very much, we bathe her, feed her, brush her, until one day she seems pretty weak than the other day, she didn’t eat, didn’t jump around like a crazy rabbit like the other day or such. We brought her to the veterinarian and found out she have some kind of sickness which has been in her gene since her mother give birth to her.

It’s pretty late when we found out and got no choice to bring her back to spend the last few months with her. We tried giving medicines and stuff but nothing works. The last few months of her life, she suffers serious pain and always screams when we bathe her, that moment was the worst, it was awful, she’s screaming in a high pitch, suffering alone in such sickness but we couldn’t help. One morning, we woke up and found her dead bodies in the cage, alone in the darkness. I cried when my dad buried her. She’s now at the other side of the street, resting in peace under a tree. I couldn’t forget her, and I guess I might need some time until I could have another pet again. I created a Facebook account and named it Labit to commemorate her.