Meet our foster bunny. Well, he’s not our foster bunny anymore; we have succumbed to “foster failure”. One night, about eight weeks after he came to stay with us, he ran into the living room, jumped up on our ottoman, and settled down to watch TV. We took that as a sign he had moved in. His name at the rescue was Jackson, but we have taken to calling him Chewie.
Fostering a rabbit is not a new experience for us, but it’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to take this on. People we talk to come to pet fostering from many directions. Some people love meeting new rabbits with different personalities. Our previous foster bunny, Emma, was found running loose in a local neighborhood. Her favorite thing was to sit on her cardboard box and survey the world from up high. She responded to petting by flopping over, which we found really funny. Other people enjoy taking on special cases, like a bunny who needs some social time, or who is recovering from an injury. This time, we chose to foster after our beloved rabbit passed away. Like other bunny parents who have been through this, we wanted to help, and we needed time to feel “ready” for a different rabbit to be part of our family. It has been rewarding to watch the transformation from an underweight and easily startled bunny to one who binkies down the hallway and jumps on the furniture. When people discover that we are fostering I always hear “oh well, I would want to keep him”. Maybe that thought stops people from trying it. It is sad when they leave like Emma did, but happy, too, because you know they are getting a home. Then some times, like this one, you realize they are home already.