When I was 11 I had a bunny named Peaches I loved so much. My mom and I lived in a one bedroom apartment at the time, I potty trained him myself, I cleaned his cage alone, I would take him outside where he followed me everywhere I went. When I was 12 I went to live with my dad across the country, my stepmom tried to force me to get rid of Peaches but I begged and begged to let me keep him, my dad eventually allowed it after seeing how much it meant to me. Telling me I could keep him but he couldn't stay in the house, he would have to be either in the backyard or garage. I agreed, though looking back I wish I had left him with a friend. Anyway, we drive across the US until we get to Texas, my new home. Immediately I realize I can't keep Peaches in the heat in the garage so I released him into the backyard where I spent so much time with him. As soon as I got home from school I would be sitting in the grass with him. Already my stepmom was pissed that I was allowed to keep him so of course she's not gonna spend any money on bunny food so all she would allow me to feed him was fucking lettuce. Over time I could see he was losing weight and eventually he wouldn't even eat the lettuce
, I would go outside to check on him and he would be laying under a bush and his untouched browning greens laying feet away from him. He was wasting away and I couldn't bear to watch it. I barely visited him anymore and when I attempted to he would bite me, not because he was aggressive but because he was feral. He no longer was used to humans or felt safe around us.
My heart couldn't bare it and next thing I knew my dad was yelling at me about being an animal abuser and letting my bunny starve to death. I'm 20 now and I still have nightmares about my starving Peaches. i really feel very guilty for what i did.
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