The first Wabbit we had was Bun-bun. Here she is, judging my reading choices.
Then we got Fiesta, he was my wife’s precious. He was also our in-house shredder.
Petricia was originally Pettrick, but when she and Fiesta hit adolescence simultaneously, we learned differently. She was very chill, as can be seen here.
Here is Phineas J.D Woolworth, aka Mr Woolly. He was a rescue, from the backyard of someone who didn’t want him, practically feral. Within 6 months his coat went from brillo-pad to smooth and soft, and he would sit under my chair and get his ears scritched whenever I worked from home. It occurs to me that he may have been a “sleeper” muslim, given his penchant for being a towel-head (he loved to root around towels)
Finally we have Foo Foo. She was a little thing, 4 lbs soaking wet, and with her attitude she would have scooped up field mice and bopped them on the head all day, every day. She, another rescue, never socialized with any of the others, or with us.
She, was given to us at age 4, the age when a female neither bred nor spayed, usually gets uterine cancer. At her initial vet visit, we had her spayed and were told she had cancer, but that they had gotten it all. She lived to 8, which is about 2 years more than a dwarf her size averages, so she had a long healthy life. The vet was impressed.