Easter Bunny ......

Having been so cruelly abandoned earlier this year, I am still undergoing intensive psychotherapy, and am getting through "pick me up carrots" at a huge rate ....

However my wonderful therapist says it is very hard to make any big changes too quickly, as I only have a furry brain and I can't concentrate for very long .....

So we decided I ought to go back to doing things that I used to enjoy in happier times.

And what better for a bunny to do on Easter Sunday than to be "The Easter Bunny" and set up an Easter Egg hunt!!!!

All last night I rushed around the Doctor's house hiding little Easter eggs to make him happy :-)

It would have been lovely - but firstly the doctor is on a diet - and secondly I now know not to hide Easter eggs on hot radiators .......

Now I feel so tired, but so happy ... there is nothing like a chocolate egg to bring out the happy bunny in us all!!!

Rehabilitating bunny .....

After my last blog, "B" for Bendetta, the doctor who saved me when I was abandoned got very concerned about me.

He took me in his Land Rover to one of his friends who is a psychotherapist.

Over the last month I have been coming to terms with what has happened to me and the mental scars it is left on my furry brain.

These trips at first were very traumatic to me.

However quite soon I look forward to my days out in the Land Rover and the kindness and understanding shown to me by these wonderful health professionals.

After being cast aside and abandoned without any warning, it has proved to be a very difficult journey to put away the upset and blame from my little furry brain and to try to become the loving, cuddly rabbit that I was born to be.

Over the next few weeks, I will try and give you some insights into my journey ......

B is for ....... Bendetta???!!!???

During some of the lonely days when the doctor is away at work, I sit mulling things over in my little furry mind.

Most of the time I am just happy that I am in my new home.

However yesterday I watched a DVD called "V is for Vendetta". It is a fantastic tale of how a wronged man gets back at all of those who wronged him.

I couldn't help but think that perhaps a wronged bunny might ..........

Drumsticks and fur - Playing the Wii Drums

Once I got my new home, it took me some time to get used to a new place.

For many hours I used to just sit and watch television - see my last picture!

Slowly, I realise that there's much more to do in life, even if it's just around the home!

The doctor who rescued me had a really funky console called the Wii - of course I had heard my little girl talk about it but had never been allowed to play before.

It took me a long time to set up as rabbits aren't particularly good at understanding electronics, and the doctor, being a man, had thrown away the instructions.

However after many hours and having caught my fur many times, I eventually managed to set up a "rock" game.

The first instrument I tried to play was the drums - great fun but as there isn't much friction with fur, the drumsticks kept flying across the room!!!!

Abandoned - Then an unexpected rescue

Having been loved for nine years, abandonment almost destroyed me.

I had been a favourite of my little girl and had sat in her bedroom, looking down on all her other fluffy toys.

I knew something was up because lots of people started coming to look around the house that I'd never seen before, and then suddenly one day, cardboard boxes started appearing.

My little girl was instructed by her mother to put all of her belongings that "she was going to take" into the cardboard boxes. Of course I was not surprised she did not put me into a cardboard box, as I was her best friend - not just a "belonging".

Slowly her her room became bearer and bearer over the weeks as years of her life were either thrown away into bags or packed away gently into the cardboard boxes.

One day, when there was very little else to go, my little girl came in and picked me up. Naïvely, I fought she was going to talk to me and tell me what was going on. Instead, I was carried down the stairs and placed on a pile.

Confused I decided to stay exactly where I was and wait until my little girl told me what was happening. I can't believe I was so trusting.

Fortunately a kindly doctor was visiting to help move some of the heavier items. It was the same kindly doctor who had bought me and given me to my little girl so many years ago!

As he talked, his eyes fell upon me and a big beam appeared on his lips.

"What is killer bunny doing here?" he asked.

"He has to go ..." was the chilling reply from the mother. My blood run cold. I knew she had never liked me but I could not believe that she could be this heartless.

They started talking animatedly as the doctor was clearly pleading for me but the mother was resolute. My eyes filled with tears at the cruel turn my life had taken and the blood pumped loudly in my ears, preventing me from hearing the details of their argument.

Suddenly the wonderful Doctor picked me up in both of his arms and took me to his car. I was so thrilled, elated and relieved I cannot remember more than a blur but I remember him saying in a angry voice something along the lines of "In that case I will look after him and give him a good home".

I was exhausted and full of emotion when I eventually got out of the car and into my new home. I remember watching the wonderful flat screen TV (in the picture above) which I'd never been allowed to with my little girl.

I fell asleep happy for the first time in weeks.

My story - Killer Bunny to Abandoned Bunny

This is the very sad, but heart warming story, of an Abandoned Bunny who was rescued by a kindhearted doctor.

I am that Bunny.

My story begins in a big department store several years ago.

One day I was sitting in the shop that I had come to think of as home, when a darling little girl ran past me and gave me a huge hug. Her father, unable to resist her pleas, bought me to keep her company.

The next few years were some the happiest of my life.

The little girl, who I shall not name because of her subsequent cruelty, loved me and kept me in her bedroom.

Her father made life easy for us.

The only cloud on the horizon was her mother who, although generally tolerant of me, was always upset by my size. It was her that gave me my nickname "Killer Bunny".

Up until a few weeks ago, my life was perfectly content.

How was I to know that the combination of my little girl growing up and finding a boyfriend, and the family moving to a smaller home, this can result in me being abandoned.

It is unbelievably hard to type with claws, particularly with tears rolling down my furry cheeks as I remember being abandoned, and so I would leave this post for now and return to my story soon.