My name is Snow a Bunny
   By SOS Coelhos Portugal

       He lived in a cage up there, on the balcony of the house. Every day, my owner would bring me food and I would be full of joy, even though sometimes he couldn't handle my anxiety and would push me away, but I still loved him very much. It was like that for a few years until it stopped coming and I started getting thin, thin... and very dirty.

       So one day a girl came to pick me up She was affectionate, she showered me with hugs and kisses, said she would take me to a place where there were many friends like me, where I could run, play and I would no longer be trapped in a cage.

       Had to go to the vet before this though. That's when he said I should be about 5 and regretted that I had lived trapped in such a small space, with no interaction, with no love.

       I went to this place with other animals, gained weight, lived happily and playing. But the greatest happiness came when someone visited the shelter, looked, looked and always took the puppies, the youngest or the "breed".

       They hugged, kissed, hugged and adopted with joy, these, the ones of the breed, the babies, the smallest ones.

       I was happy and never lost hope that one day that would be me! After all, I always wanted to know what it would be like to be held, kissed and adopted by someone who loved me... It was like that for a year until they gave me a fence all to myself.

       A cozy fence where I lived watching the world outside. In that space, I dreamed in my sleep, hoping that someone would pick me whenever they visited the shelter.

       The day has come to go back to the vet, who said he was 10 years old and now it would be more difficult... My brown hair lost its luster, didn't run as much anymore, didn't jump, but still had hope. I was still dreaming about the day someone would take me home. Some more time has passed and now it was hard to hear when someone came to visit. I lifted my head and saw people from afar. Every day, for 8 years, was like that. Now I have 13!

       People still choose puppies, little do they know my dream.. 8 years have passed and my dream is gone too. My last dream ... I felt someone hugging me and saying "Now you will be loved dearly, but not here, in a purer place, where age, size, race are no barriers to love and affection. “That was when my legs weren’t so weak, and my physical strength came back. Instead of running, I got wings to fly and flew!

       I left behind a lifeless body that never stopped dreaming of love. Thus, I was free, not knowing the love of a human being, but I certainly overflowed and surpassed the love that existed in me. "

       Have you read this far? This story is fiction, but it could be the story of many rabbits out there. When visiting a shelter, ask how old the older rabbit is, ask how long it has been in the shelter... It might be the last hope they find love!

       Adopt, give priority to the ones who have been in the shelter the longest, because they are most likely to leave without a family...

       Article & photograph by SOS Coelhos Portugal

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