Gabe update 1

November 21, 9:27 am

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Gabe – an update in his own words

My early bunny-hood was like most others, safe and warm with my Mom and brothers and sisters. What a wonderful way to start life. Unfortunately this did not last. Through many unfortunate events, I found myself living on the mean streets of Detroit. I quickly learned that to survive, I had to get tough. As a streetwise bun, I quickly developed a reputation. They called me “Attila-the-Bun” or just plain “Bad-Bunny”. This got animal control on my cute fuzzy tail. They busted me. I found myself in the pen doing hard time. I was in with big dogs. These dogs obviously were not informed about my rep. They kept barking at me as if I were a common rabbit. I toughened up some more.

Remarkable rabbit Gabe. I was transferred to a bunny-only facility. These people thought they could rehabilitate me. It took me a little while, but I showed them what kind of tough-bun I was. After several volunteers tangled with me and lost, my rep was safe. I soon found a “Beware of Attack Rabbit” sign on my cage.

Well, even with all my charging and biting, these people kept trying to rehabilitate me. They tried everything -- medication to sooth my mood, cute girlfriends, extra pampering, and more. I did mellow a bit but I was not going to give in and be a snuggle bunny.
I was secure in my reputation and had no intention of giving up the tough-bun life until I found myself in the hospital. I had stopped eating and my tummy was bloated. I was poked, prodded, x-rayed, and subjected to all kinds of indignities. I had a painful blockage in my intestines. This was terrifying. I just kept getting sicker and sicker. My will to live was almost broken. As the doctor left one night, I overheard her saying that she did not expect me to live through the night. I knew I had to prove the doctor wrong. My whole life had been spent doing the opposite of what was expected of my cute bunny exterior, and this was going to be no different. There was a big surprise waiting for this doctor. I let all the backed up waste in my intestines out. Since I had been blocked up for quite some time, I had a plethora of ammunition. There was a huge mess for the wonderful doctor to clean up. Now I felt like eating again.

After this near death experience, I started to examine my life. Maybe I should change my ways. These people that were trying to help me were quite nice. One lady, Cathy, came to visit me before work one morning and spent an hour massaging me. That really felt good! Then Lake took me to her home for my convalescence. She was very nice to me. The wonderful treatment I received increased my desire to change the way I lived. I let her snuggle me. It was such a good feeling and I wanted more. Not biting people had advantages -- nose pets, extra yummy treats, someone to scratch those hard to reach spots; this was the good life. I now gave up my tough-bun facade and gave in to the sweet bunny inside.

It has been a long journey to this state of enlightenment. I could now be the cuddle-bunny that was always inside of me thanks to the wonderful people at Great Lakes Rabbit Sanctuary.

This enlightenment brought me good fortune. A nice couple, Jenny and Mark, took me in. Mark treats me like a king; he gives me the best greens, wonderful pets, takes me outside to play, all kinds of wonderful. This Jenny person is another story; sure she cleans my pen but she has the nerve to try to clean my behind. I did protest but being the reformed bunny I am, I forgave her this transgression.

Gabe snuggling. Looking back over the hardships I faced and the bun I used to be, I realized that so many others would have given up on me. I never dreamt that I would find a home with loving humans to tend to my needs. It does not seem to be too big a price to pay to give these humans snuggles now and again. Ah, the sweet life of a snuggle bunny.