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My dearest Pet Rabbit

It was just 2 years back in the month of August, that the man who cleans our house, brought in this rabbit to me. He had found it in the children's park next to my house. It was such a tiny thing and shivering, maybe coz it was afraid......I don't know.

For all that, I am not very fond of animals, although I love to watch them. I would not have a pet for sure....but since the man told me it has nothing to eat.....I could at least have it in my backyard (where there was a lot of grass). I agreed...

A week passed by, and the rabbit lived in my backyard, sometimes coming up to the kitchen door. I gave it a piece of carrot sometimes. One evening, when it was dark, my son spotted a cat in the backyard. I shouted out for fear that the rabbit it killed. But my husband came to the rescue and drove the cat away. After this I did not want to leave the poor animal outside. I brought it in immediately.

It was not a wise thing to do, as I found my carpets wet the next morning. So we decided either to give it to the zoo or make a cage for it. Well, we went in to the 2nd option and the carpenter agreed to make a good big cage. But by the time the cage was ready, the little rabbit had made itself at home in our house. I did not train it, but it trained itself, in the sense, it explored the house in a month's time and made its comfortable place under the stairs, and started using 2 particular stairs to mess up.....I did not have to worry about my carpets anymore!

When I think of how this little animal won my heart....I find it so difficult to forget the little gestures and responses...I started telling everyone that my rabbit is smart and intelligent...in fact it was like a human being except that it could not talk. I could go on and on...if I had to tell of each and every incident that made it my most loved pet... but I think that is enough as it brings tears to my eyes again.

Just in the middle of June, it stopped eating, and I was very worrried, tried to find a vet, but was duped by one who made money out of my affection for an animal. I was out of the country for a few days in the month of Aug and my pet decided to leave me then. It was a sad day just a couple to days before I could come back. In fact,I was counting days to be back, but I got a call from the person who took care of it that it died in the hospital.

My colleague had said to me, "why are you so worried about the animal, even human beings die?" I told her, "Human beings do wrong, they die because they sin. What has my rabbit done, why should it die?"

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