I AM A SPECIAL NEEDS RABBIT
(And yeah… I’ve got a big attitude.)
I was left outside. Cold. Alone.
Then something attacked me.
I had bite wounds, bot flies, couldn’t walk, and I was skin and bones.
I collapsed on a sidewalk in the pouring rain.
Not dramatic enough? I couldn’t even flop properly.
But a RARR volunteer found me just in time.
That was the start of my second life.
No one thought I’d make it.
Spoiler alert: I did.
Because I’m Benny. And I don’t quit.
Now, one of my back legs is a little “lazy,” and sometimes my poop has a mind of its own and doesn’t always make it into the litter box.
(It’s about 50/50. We try our best.)
I also sometimes get sludge in my urine, so I take urinary support medication that helps. I do need monitoring, though. If I don’t drink enough or my urine looks thick, I may need subcutaneous fluids, typically about once a week.
Oh—and I throw toys like a pro baseball pitcher.
I grunt.
I boop.
I’m loud.
I’m bossy.
I’m also very, very handsome.
I don’t like being picked up, and I think most other rabbits are kind of weird…
But hey, if you’re a little weird too, maybe we could join forces and be really weird together.
I may be a special needs rabbit, but don’t feel bad for me.
Feel lucky to know me.
Experienced rabbit owner required.