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Confession of guilt about my first rabbit
I got my first rabbit when I was in the 6th grade, or 12 years old, at the end of December. The reason was simple: I loved animals very much and wanted to have one someday. My parents allowed me to keep it on the promise that rabbits do not meow like dogs, cats, etc., and if I would take care of it. I immediately went to a pet store and bought my father and a male gray Netherland Dwarf. I loved him. He was so young, with a tiny body, fluffy fur, and big eyes. I still remember the car ride home when we bought him, with the little rabbit in his box in my lap, excitedly thinking of his name. My mother objected to the name I came up with, and his name ended up being “Haru,” which she came up with. I decided to keep Haru in my living room. I...