Life Lesson From Bunnies

When I was six, I was living with my Dad and Larry in a house behind my elementary school. I only have a few memories of living there. A couple of them have to do with animals, and we had a lot of them. We had a pond with fish in them in the backyard, a few frogs in the pond, a Siamese cat, and rabbits. The male rabbit was mine, but I can't for the life of me remember his name. One day the doe gave birth to a littler of bunnies. She wouldn't take care of them so we tried bottle feeding them. Back then I didn't know enough to realize that hand rearing baby bunnies is extremely difficult, and despite me tending to them they started dying. Other than AJ, a Yorkie we had when I was 3 that got hit by a car on my Sister's 5th birthday (I don't remember AJ at all), these were the first animals I was close to that died. We had them in an aquarium, and I guess we had a heat source too, but they did poorly. I remember holding one that had just died, and realizing what had happened. While one would think that those bunnies were the reason I decided to be a vet, they aren't. They helped me learn how fragile life really is.