The moment I laid eyes on Daffodil, I vowed I would give her a good home.

I found her at an adoption event for more than 50 rescued rabbits, sponsored by the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals two winters ago. A Silver rabbit, Daffodil looked more like a wild hare than any domestic bunny I’d ever seen, and I was instantly smitten.

Once my adoption application was approved, I scooped Daffy up, jumped in a cab and headed uptown to my one-bedroom apartment in Harlem, prepared to give her the best “forever home” possible.

First and foremost, that meant giving her all the space, freedom and companionship she would need. In other words, no cage, plenty of room to roam and, soon, a new best friend: Daisy, a two-and-a-half-pound Himalayan rabbit I adopted three months later from the Center for Avian and Exotic Medicine in Manhattan.

And so I set to work turning a 4-by-9-foot walk-in closet outside my bedroom into a bunny room. I filled it with plenty of hiding spots, toys, litter boxes (domestic rabbits can be litter box-trained), a bi-level bunny condo and a little four-poster bed. I painted grass and flowers on the walls and hung art. I hoped all of this would make the room feel warm and safe to the bunnies.