Patches and Dish:

February 17, 2001
In September of 2000, my sister calls my house and says that there were 2 baby bunnies stuck in her window well. She then asked me whether our not i wanted them. This was weird becuase my mom had repeatedly said no more animals ans my dad is allergic to rabbit fur. After she told me that mom had already agreed, i was soooo happy at the fact that i was getting 2 baby bunnies of my very own.

A bit later, she brings them over, along with her 2 german shepards that i was goingt to watch for her while she went on vacation. The poor little fuzz balls had to hang out in a glass aquarium(formally a fish tank) for about 10 days, until my sister came back. She then built them this spiffy little hutch for them to live in our backyard.

Since then, they are like 3 times their little fit-in-your-palm size, but still as cute. Being "wild" rabbits, they are not fond of being petted, but will except it. Picking them up is absolutely out of the question.

Right now, we are trying to decide whether or not to let go later this spring, when there is lots of food. We don't think this will be too much of a problem because our neighbor did pretty much the same thing a while ago with a black and white bunny, and now there are lots of grey bunnies around, so we think they're fine. We're going to try to wean them off of the nice little rabbit pellets and give them grass and stuff in the next few weeks.

I kind of want to set them free because even though there is room for them in their hutch, it's not enough for them to run around like they want to do. one reason why I don't want to set them free is that pretty soon, I won't have any animals at all because the only ones left, my gerbils, are nearing the end of their lives as well. I know that is pretty selfish, but i won't live very well without any animals around. ;_;

June 19, 2001
It has now been over a week(June 10th) since my mom and I let the bunnies go free. I am relieved and lonely. We know that they are alive and fine, becuase they visit here just about every day to munch on food my mom leaves for them and the birds. Somebody in my household sees one of them every other day. It's pretty obvious that they are ours because they stop and listen to our voices whenever we talk to them in the yard. I'm happy that they're doing fine, but i still miss not being able to visit them whenever.
July 17, 2001
Out walkin' Abby dearest and 3 brown bunnies (1 big and 2 little) I don't really know if they were my former bunnies, but they seemed to fell pretty at home in my yard. Abby tried to go after them because they were just takin' their merry old time in the middle of the yard. It's nice to be able to update here. :)

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Whiskers:
My kitty was the first pet I ever had and the most recent to leave us. Its still realy hard to believe that she is gone, I guess becuse she was always in my life until just recently. She lived to be 17, so I really can't complain too much. Maybe I should mention what was going on with her so people don't leave here thinking we took her out back and shot her. She was indeed really old for a kitty and she was also begining to get real sick. Then we can home one night and her paw was all swollen...so we took her to the vet. They said she was dehydrated and could have a tumer or heart trouble. (Her paw was swollen because there was all kinds of liquid in it) They said that they could give her an X-ray to just see what was wrong. We didn't do that becuase we could spend a couple hundred dollars just for them to say 'oh there is nothing we can do.' The vet put her on an IV and stuck her in an oxygenated cube where we could watch her. It was horrible because my mom and I had to decide what to do with her. We decided to have her put to sleep, it was just best that way. We went to in to say goodbye. I stuck my hand through the opening in the cube to pet her, but she just turned away like she knew that we weren't coming back to get her.;_;

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Cookie:
It's been so long since I've had this little dude. I don't even remember when or how I got him. I just remember that he was a lot of fun, being my first real pet. Whiskers the kitty was my mom's and now cookie was mine. He was such a little maniac when I put him in his ball and let him role around the house^^ He was fun to have even if he did run in his squeaky little wheel all night and kept me up....I had him for about 3 years, which made him an old fart, by hampster standards. It was kinda weird, but as he got older, his hair got lighter and he began balding, just like human hair....I dunno, but I loved the little guy and I miss him...:'(

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Guniea:
It's been forever since I've had Guniea. He was my cutey little guniea pig. Way back when my sister used to live with us, she came home with two guniea pigs one day. There was a white one that she kept for herself, Nubin, and a brown, black and white one for me. :-) The first time I ever held him, on my lap, he left a little poop pellet on me. It was fien though, because he was little and scared.

I kept him in my room, in his little aquarium, for the majority of his life. He was let out to run to his hearts content a coupel times a week. The funny thing is that guniea pig like to run, but are definately just as happy hanging out in their cages, eating. He always made the little guniea pig squeaking sound whenever a bag was rustled in my room. (food!!) I loved him so much, except when he squeaked loudly at night whenever I moved. ^.^;;;;

Guniea probably had the saddest death of all my animals. He was old, a little over three, when one day, he just lay in his cage, convulsing. The only drawback to guniea pigs is that once they get sick, its VERY hard for them to get better. My mom told me this, so everyone knew that this was probably the end for him. Before I went to school one day, my mom was taking him to the animal hospital. One thing that I remember clearly is that he was laying out on towel in a cardboard box, still convulsing. My mom would hold him down, so he wouldn't hurt himself. And then they left.

$160 later, he was put to sleep. The veterenarians had run tests to see if there was somethign in his stomach that he had eaten, and shouldn't. There was nothing at all in it, though, because he hadn't been eating at all. The veteranians made it clear that they MIGHT be able to save him, providing we pay lots more money for a zillion more tests and medicine. My mom decided against it, becuase, even if he did live, he would spend the rest of his life on medicine. My parents had him put to sleep.
The sweet part about this was that, about a month after he was put to sleep, the animal hospital we brought him to sent us a 'cheering up' card. It was so sweet. They said they were sorry about our loss, and hoped we were doing fine. This was so great for me, who, at the time, was about 10, and missed him like crazy. I would love another guniea pig sometime. ^^

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