My step daughter wanted a rabbit and eventually I relented. I spent months and months researching breeds, hutches, foods etc. I'd never had one before, we only had wild rabbits where I grew up.
We brought him home and he was nothing like I expected. Outgoing, mischievous, affectionate... everyone that met him commented on how fantastic he was. And he would curls up with our cats.
I totally fell head over heels in love with him and, even after my step daughter completely lost interest in him, I was still obsessed with this rabbit.
After about a year, he died of a heart attack. I was totally devastated. The vet explained that something had scared him. (Fox?) It was summer so he'd been outdoors in his hutch.
I still feel guilty now, all these years on... he died afraid in his hutch (cage!!) with nowhere to run. As a caged animal, I was 100% responsible for his entire environment and I let him down.
I still miss the shit out of that little guy, but I will never again have another rabbit as long as I live.
That's not to say I judge other rabbit owners, but I just can't do it again.