The only pet I’ve ever wanted was a bunny. But I’m one of those kids who grew up animal-less, save for a baby turtle my mom caught in the river (that I had to release once I was 100% attached) and a barn cat on my uncle’s farm named Misty (it was gray).
But I wanted a bunny so bad. One day while staying at my grandma’s house (all of my best ideas were spawned there, ie: vegetarianism), I walked to the town library, checked out a book on rabbits, brought it back to her house, and sat at her dining room table, copying the information into a spiral notebook. I filled the entire thing. Thinking this showed responsibility and would impress my mom (seriously, to this day I think it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever done), I presented it to her when she came to pick me up. I thought it was a done deal. I even had the names picked out: Violet (after the Boxcar Children character—I own every book) and Jellybean.
I distinctly remember she looked at the notebook and said “no.”
Maybe the time has finally come…
