That Moment

I was leaving a gas station the other day, during a roaring spring blizzard, when in front of me pushing through the doors were a harried mother and her four children. She was carrying three 36 oz fountain sodas and was screeching at her kids to hurry up so they could get over and "take a look at that bunny."

That bunny isn't just cute for Easter. That bunny doesn't like four pairs of greedy hands grabbing at it and then to be left alone for the mother to take care of it either when the novelty has worn off or that bunny bites out of fear from all the grabbing hands. That bunny will be called a bad pet. That bunny will more than likely be taken to a shelter and then be either euthanized then and there or sold to a company that tests on animals. (Utah is 1 of the 5 states that sells shelter pets to labs)

Many families cherish and are responsible with their companion animals. The issue is the failure to understand the complexity of rabbits. They aren't goldfish; you don't just put them in a jar/cage and leave.

If I could live that moment over again, I'd be brave. That bunny deserved it.