I adopted my first rabbit six years ago. I wasn’t quite sure what I was getting into but knew I wanted to try one out. He turned out to be the perfect pet for me, and he taught me a lot about the simplicity of happiness. He didn’t ask for much and was always ready to give love. When he died suddenly 2.5 years ago, I thought I’d wait awhile before getting another rabbit, though I knew I would eventually adopt another. However, I found myself drawn to the rabbits each visit I made to the Woodbury Animal Humane Society, and knew as soon as I saw them that I had found my new rabbits. Two years ago, I came home with a pair of brothers. They were already 4 years old and I would be their third owner. As I got them settled into their new environment, I told them not to worry, that I wouldn’t just be their third owner, but their last owner. My husband and I fenced off a corner of a room for them, allowing space to run and play so they are never caged up. They took quickly to litter box training and very much enjoy each other's company. Pebbles, the minirex, likes sweets while BamBam, the minilop, likes veggies. Now six, they are still very active and happy little rabbits.