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 bites, bot flies, couldn’t walk, and 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 “lazy,” and sometimes my poop has a mind of its own and doesnt always make it into the litterbox..
(It’s like 50/50. We try our best.) I also sometimes get sludge in my pee so I take urinary support pills which help but I need to be monitored.
And I throw toys like a pro.

I grunt. I boop. I’m loud. I’m bossy. I’m also very, very handsome.

I may be special needs, but don’t feel bad for me—feel lucky to know me. Experienced rabbit owner required