Update: Something similar to this really did happen to us in 2006 when Bun buns got sick… about two years after this entry was written.

You have a pet. Your pet is a rabbit, a holland lop. You love the rabbit a lot and love to hold it and its a really cute rabbit, but the rabbit doesn’t really l ike being held too much and runs away from you often to escape being held. It’s not the most friendly rabbit, and often does its own thing with little care for you, its owner. No matter, you buy a lot of good veggies for the rabbit, take care of it, make sure the nails are trimmed, clean its litter box every day because you love it so much. You even give it treats of fruit every once in awhile. It makes your day when your rabbit jumps on your lap to eat food from your hand.

One day your rabbit has an accident. It falls off your bed or something and injures itself. It’s weezing on the ground obviously hurt. You run over very distressed and you see the pain in your rabbit’s eyes. Its ears are on the ground with no life. Something is wrong inside the rabbit. You immediately take your rabbit to the vets. When you’re at the vets, the vet tells you that your rabbit will be okay, but it needs surgery. The surgery will cost 3000 dollars. The vet says, “I know that is a lot of money and if you can’t pay that much, it’s okay, don’t feel bad.” You go in to see your bunny. Its laying there all wrapped up. You look into your rabbits eyes. You do have 3000 dollars, but you were saving that money up for school. If you spend that money, you might not be able to go to school. Petting your rabbit for a few seconds, you decide to take the plunge. You tell the vet to go ahead and do the surgery. You couldn’t live without your rabbit. You love your rabbit that much.

The surgery is completed and your rabbit seems pretty normal. The healing took awhile, but at least you have your rabbit now. The rabbit is basically the same, still doesn’t like to be held, still runs away from you. You had to wait another year before you could go to school because of the money you spent on the rabbit. “Here, bunny, come here I love you,” you say to your rabbit as you try to scoop your rabbit up. The rabbit wriggles its way free and once it gets on the ground, thumps in anger and runs to a safe corner of the room behind the couch. The rabbit will never know the sacrifice you made for it. Perhaps the rabbit is a little ungrateful, but it doesn’t matter, you love it just the same.

“I’ll never know how much it cost, to see my sin, upon that cross.”