Furever Home

What is a home?

In my case, it is a place where a bunny like me can live in comfortable splendor. Where there is a daily supply of fresh timothy hay, nutrition pellets, and fresh greens.

Where I have enough space to lay out, stand, and jump as I please.

Where I get daily attention, affection, and head scratches

It is a place where I may reciprocate with an occasional and rare nosebump.

I’m looking for my home. This is my story. In January 2015 I was found with seven, one of which was already dead, other bunny brothers and sisters on a farm ranch in southwestern Arizona. Fortunately for me, i alone was rescued, i.e. taken, to become a house rabbit. My other bunny brothers and sisters are all dead now. The trip back to phoenix was not easy. I was kept in a box the entire 7 hour drive. Once we arrived my caretaker made a place for me on the balcony. I stayed there one whole day. The next evening I was moved to a cage inside the apartment and my caretaker began the bunny proofing process. I earned the name Copernicus Bun; Mr. Bun for short. Two weeks later I had my first visit to the veterinarian. I was spayed and diagnosed with possible malocclusion. With love, affection, and formula feeding I survived the spay surgery and once recovered, found a lovely life in my new apartment. When my caretaker was home I could run, play, and plop where I pleased. When away I waited patiently in my cage. Eventually I dug at the wool rug, chewed furniture, and chewed cables. Now many months later my caretaker is still searching for a permanent home for me. I hope I’ll find my furever home soon.