I was always brought up that pets are for life.
I had a cat who I adored. Adored. He was the best cat that ever lived. I still get a bit teary when I think of him. He was an awesome cat. He was more person than cat. I love cats.
I also had a rabbit Flossy. She had babies. Oh how I adored them. When they died I was sad too. I had chickens too. And they went missing. I was sad then too.
So when we bought Nibbles de Boing Boing we thought that he was going to be with us for a long time.
Handbag and high heel eating aside, Nibbles de Boing Boing has been a very, very bad boy.
Despite having him desexed as an attempt to neutralise his menacing behaviour, he's still psycho bunbun.
He bites. And draws blood.
He scratches at you if you go near him.
If I only had two words to describe him I'd call him: plum loco.
After much discussion, to-ing and fro-ing, we decided that regardless of the vets advice we could give him monthly shots of progesteron (the pregnancy hormone) that we would take him back to the breeder. We were feeling no love for him after he attacked us countless times.
You might be thinking - but he's a bunny, surely he's harmless, well try telling that to my handbag. Oh I mean headphones. Oh woops, slipped again, the smalls have been bitten and attacked by him so many times that he's almost due for a muzzle. He's mental.
This weekend we're returning him to the country. And that's no code word for the green needle. He really is going back to the breeder who has agreed he sounds a wee bit psycho and that sometimes bunnies can be a little loopy.
I still feel sad. He's a beautiful boy. Superficially. Just personality wise he's lacking. And keeps on attacking.
Have you ever had to return a pet to sender?
Happy Birthday Dad!