I was finding it really hard looking after 4 bunnies, all having separate housing, food and care. I couldn’t wait until Lunar and Maple had their operations so they could be together again.

All the bunnies were suffering, because I couldn’t give them the attention they needed. I had to spread myself so thin to be able to spend time with each one during the day.

Maple and Lunar were always together, in pens that nearly touched each other. Maple always ran up to me, stood on her hind legs and stretched as far as she could up the fence to get pats. Lunar copied sometimes, but mostly sat in a loaf and lowered his head when he wanted pats.

Buttons always hid in a tunnel or his Omlet Zippy house (I call it a kennel). Even though he didn’t like being handled that much, he often came over to see what I was doing in his pen. Especially if I pretended to do something else, like fiddle with his water dish. He was a sticky beak.

Chester always ran to the fence and watched what I was doing. He would run around, frolicking by shaking his floppy ears and jumping around. His amber coloured eyes would pierce your soul each time you moved around in his pen. Chester needed lots of attention, the kind of attention like carrying him around all day and resting your chin on his soft flat forehead. If I wasn’t touching him, he would be asleep, and he slept deeply. He was super cute and cuddly but I decided that I couldn’t give Chester the constant human-contact that he required so regretfully I put him up for sale online.

A person contacted me about him being part of a disability support team. That would be the perfect job for him. Lots of human contact and pats. We met at the Maccas car park on Monday 16th. She arrived in her large ute and her 9 year old grandson. Even though Chester’s eyes were bulging so far out of his head they could have popped out, he gave her a big hug when she pulled him out of my carry box and put him in hers. It was sad to see him go, but it’s best for him. I hope he is living his best bunny life.