One of the areas I asked to work in was with the Rabbits. I had rabbits when I was younger, and loved their curiosity. Their personalities varied as widely as their colors. They devoured the dandelion leaves and clover I put in their dishes. They weren't messy or loud, just cute.
|Figaro, my favorite. What a sweetie!|
My favorite was a big, black rabbit named Figaro. I learned he was paralyzed when a staff member saw him laying on the opposite side he was supposed to be on (they move him regularly to prevent sores). His hind legs don't work so he drags himself around the pen with his front legs. It's easy to feel sorry for him, but he looks alert and happy with several friends in the pen with him.
The rabbits I worked with were in an area called Rescue Village, which was built in response to a hoarding situation. In 2006, the sanctuary got word that a private residence in Reno, Nevada had about 800 rabbits on the property. Before the sanctuary people could get up there, the rabbit population had doubled. When help arrived, many rabbits were sick, injured, or dead. Workers saved as many as they could, found foster families to nurse them back to health, and brought them back to the sanctuary where they could heal and be adopted. Many are still at the sanctuary. Such heroic efforts to fix a desperate situation!
After refilling the rabbits' hay boxes, I was to visit each pen again and load them up with Romaine lettuce. In all, I spent 3 hours in Rescue Village, hauling bags of hay, boxes of lettuce, and mopping, refilling water dishes, and laying out new bedding. Surprisingly, it was physically more exhausting helping the bunnies than working in the dog area!
Stay tuned for letter 'V' when I share stories about some very special dogs at the sanctuary.