Twitter followers and Facebook friends may have already noted that sadly we lost our pet rabbit Charlie last week – he had to be put down owing to an abscess which was not responding to treatment and would cause a great deal of suffering in the long run. Charlie, as long time blog readers will know, was quite a character, with plenty of ‘bunnitude’ – he even had his own moment of fame over at Disapproving Rabbits!
On Saturday I dismantled his hutch – no small feat, and scrubbed it down thoroughly before storing it (with all the other related bits) in the garage.
Will you get another rabbit? People ask. Honestly, it’s unlikely. Although I have to confess to being tempted to have a couple more guinea pigs. But not just yet.
I always feel, when owning an animal, that I want to give it the best life possible – with plenty of space, comfort, companionship and medical care when required. When for whatever reason all these needs can’t be met, I feel dissatisfied. I don’t like to think of a creature under my care not being happy.
That’s the pet conundrum, really. Pets are very therapeutic for us, but I do believe we have a responsibility to look after them well. And if through the busyness of life or other responsibilities we simply can’t commit to doing so, perhaps we should not have them.