This is a sad story about my obsession with rabbits. I really wanted one when I was a kid so I started drawing them obsessively... I did that for 4-5 years, and for every birthday I would ask my parents to get my a bunny. After years of wishing for a bunny I really got it for my 13th birthday - happiest day of my life! Than in two weeks... on a Christmas morning I woke up to my bunny shaking and not responding... we tried to rush him to the vet and save him, but he died on a blanket in my arms - screamed in pain and just... died. I was crushed... they tried to give me another one but he died too - momma rabbit was sick so all the baby bunnies died after 2 weeks...
