When I was around 10/12, I got a rabbit; shortly after, we got a second. When i look back, I realise that they had a really horrible life.
They got all the essentials - fresh food and water twice a day, new bedding at least once a week, but other than that, I failed them. They lived in hutches without external runs and I only got them out to run out in the garden about once a month or so, maybe even less in the winter. The garden wasn’t secure and it took several people to catch them to get them back.
I was also a little afraid of them. I feared their strong back legs so didn’t handle them much.
I can’t get past the guilt of how badly I treated them. They deserved so much better and it was shocking what I did. I should have realised they had an awful life with me and given them away, but it’s only now I’m so much older that I see how bad it was.
i am so very sorry, sweet boys.