With a rabbit, a beautiful Himalayan with the most pointy little face and ruby eyes.
It came over to the front of the cage and wriggled it's nose at me.
I didn't touch it though I longed to stroke it's soft fur and velvet ears.
Why do I feel so sad? Because I know that someone will buy this little bunny and another will take his place.
He might (I hope) have a lovely life. But statistically he might well end up in a hutch. Alone. In a garden.
One of the silent neglected.
He couldn't come and live with me, I can't be keeping rabbits (I am honest with myself)
Bloody pet shops 