Swash, while you were seeing real magical hares, I was reading about William Cowper's pet hare, in his long long long poem 'The Task' [which is the source of 'the cup that cheers but does not inebriate'] - it's over 100 pages!
On page 40 he mentions his pet hare:
..one at least is safe. One shelter'd hare
Has never heard the sanguinary yell
Of cruel man, exulting in her woes.
Innocent partner of my peaceful home,
Whom ten long years' experience of my care
Has made at last familiar; she has lost
Much of her vigilant instinctive dread,
Not needful here, beneath a roof like mine.
Yes--thou may'st eat thy bread, and lick the hand
That feeds thee; thou may'st frolic on the floor
At evening, and at night retire secure
To thy straw couch, and slumber unalarm'd;
For I have gain'd thy confidence, have pledg'd
All that is human in me to protect
Thine unsuspecting gratitude and love.
If I survive thee I will dig thy grave;
And, when I place thee in it, sighing, say,
I knew at least one hare that had a friend.
William Cowper
He also wrote an Epitaph for a Hare
Epitaph on a Hare | The Poetry Foundation
but it must have been a different hare, this one is male, and unlike the one above, was more inclined to bite then hand that fed it than lick it!
I hope you are feeling rested after your tiring day. Enjoy your quiet corner of the Bluestocking, I'll send you over a glass of finest wine, and leave you be 
