I first saw Flopsy (the name I had chosen in advance) looking very content in a corner of a cage, surrounded by guinea pigs which were literally piled on top of him. There was another rabbit in the cage, a female, that was completely white with a small caramel coloured patch on her back – but she wasn’t Flopsy. I almost didn’t see him tucked away like that, but then suddenly a guinea pig moved and he was there and I knew he was Flopsy. No, I didn’t need any convincing that I wanted him. I loved the tiny dark patches of fur along his back and near his tail, and around his eyes, and especially covering his ears. I loved the way he didn’t struggle when he was picked up. I loved his quiet nature, much like my own. I loved him instantly.
So we took him home in the box we were given. I was worried that, because it was raining, he’d be cold or the movement and sounds would frighten him, but I kept checking on him and he didn’t seem to be in any kind of distress. I was thankful to get him home though.
Gradually he was introduced to his new home and surroundings. He was a little unsure when first picked up or put down but seemed to immediately settle. I was happy to see he liked the new space he’d found in his new hutch. It had been a big adventure for this little bunny and, after taking two pictures, I left him on his own for the night.