This video was taken shortly after she first came to my house. She was still a little girl at that time. My dad made a wooden hutch for her, my mom was in charge of bringing daily food, and I took care of cleaning the poop in this 'rabbit home'. I loved her so much even though I was at an age when I hadn't learned deeply "what is love".
My rabbit passed when I was 13 years old. I had a hunch about it and suddenly rushed upstairs to see if she was OK, but I couldn't stop death. I hadn't given her a name, I always called her "rabbit".
by Lala-Jane