Honey Bunny was a prize winning rabbit at the Santa Clara County Fair in San Jose, Santa Clara, California. My parents bought him for me and we were best friends all Summer and into Fall when he grew old enough where he wanted to settle down and have a family of his own or the way my mother put it, have a girlfriend bunny. I cried when they said we couldn't bring his girlfriend to our house to share his cage that was big enough and that I always kept clean for him. I came home from school one day and he was gone, his cage was empty. I ran inside and cried that he was missing and my dad told me we had eaten him for dinner. My mother told him not to be mean and then she told me they had taken him back to his previous owners while I was at school so I wouldn't get upset. I didn't even get to say my last good bye or give him one last hug before he left. All I had was a picture they had taken of us together right after they had gotten him for me. I cried all weekend and felt really hurt. I was only 7 years old and I never forgot it. I secretly promised my son I would never do something like that to him and I never did. There's still a little girl deep down inside me that still feels hurt that parents would do that to their child, but life isn't fair and I kept finding that out after that, even though my mom would come into our bedroom at night and tell us fairy stories.
Honey Bunny was a prize winning rabbit at the Santa Clara County Fair in San Jose, Santa Clara, California. My parents bought him for me and we were best friends all Summer and into Fall when he grew old enough where he wanted to settle down and have a family of his own or the way my mother put it, have a girlfriend bunny. I cried when they said we couldn't bring his girlfriend to our house to share his cage that was big enough and that I always kept clean for him. I came home from school one day and he was gone, his cage was empty. I ran inside and cried that he was missing and my dad told me we had eaten him for dinner. My mother told him not to be mean and then she told me they had taken him back to his previous owners while I was at school so I wouldn't get upset. I didn't even get to say my last good bye or give him one last hug before he left. All I had was a picture they had taken of us together right after they had gotten him for me. I cried all weekend and felt really hurt. I was only 7 years old and I never forgot it. I secretly promised my son I would never do something like that to him and I never did. There's still a little girl deep down inside me that still feels hurt that parents would do that to their child, but life isn't fair and I kept finding that out after that, even though my mom would come into our bedroom at night and tell us fairy stories.
