Zara
Mama Doe
I've been told by my boyfriend's mum that the rabbits have to be outside by Christmas
I've tried everything to make her realise the rabbits are safer inside and that the garden is too dangerous with all those plants, but she doesn't care, she doesn't want them inside messing up the house despite having three cats, one who wee's and poo's everywhere. I'm not allowed to remove the dangerous plants, build a run, or make the shed more liveable for them (The shed is dangerous too, full of gardening tools and sharp pointy things) so there's just no way of making the garden safer.
Rascal has been living inside for the three months now, he's caused NO problems! He's not chewed anything, pee'd on anything, messed anything up, but it's still not good enough I'd get my own place but I currently am unable work as I've been signed off sick due to being diagnosed as bipolar and it'll be months before I can get back to work, and the boyfriend hasn't got a job that can support both of us and my DLA allowance won't even cover my rent.
As selfish as it sounds, the rabbits are a huge help with coping with my illness. In a depressive episode the only think keeping me going is my rabbits, knowing they need me no matter what. When I'm in a manic episode, the rabbits are my anchor to reality. I need them almost as much as they need me, they're my priority. I can't risk them living in a garden and shed that could kill them! There's no compromise either way, if at least I could rabbitify the shed I might be able to handle it, but no, I'm not allowed. There's nowhere in the garden I can put a fold-up run to keep them away from the plants either (The garden is full of ivy, wisteria, and we keep getting neighbour's cats in and there's even foxes around now)
Sean's Mum says she doesn't understand why they can't live outside again as nothing bad has happened yet (Umm, hello? My beautiful Firefly died and I never found out what happened to him, it could of been anything, a stray wisteria branch, shock, or a weak heart, it's just not worth the risk) but that's like me turning around and saying it's ok to put her cats out in a field of dogs because nothing bad might happen :shock:
And it's amazing how happier and friendlier both rabbits have been inside, sleeping on my knee, playing with the cats, snuggling on the sofa... they're safer and happier here Oh god, I hope I don't have to rehome them for their own safety, I can't bear having to lose them. They're keeping me going.
I've tried everything to make her realise the rabbits are safer inside and that the garden is too dangerous with all those plants, but she doesn't care, she doesn't want them inside messing up the house despite having three cats, one who wee's and poo's everywhere. I'm not allowed to remove the dangerous plants, build a run, or make the shed more liveable for them (The shed is dangerous too, full of gardening tools and sharp pointy things) so there's just no way of making the garden safer.
Rascal has been living inside for the three months now, he's caused NO problems! He's not chewed anything, pee'd on anything, messed anything up, but it's still not good enough I'd get my own place but I currently am unable work as I've been signed off sick due to being diagnosed as bipolar and it'll be months before I can get back to work, and the boyfriend hasn't got a job that can support both of us and my DLA allowance won't even cover my rent.
As selfish as it sounds, the rabbits are a huge help with coping with my illness. In a depressive episode the only think keeping me going is my rabbits, knowing they need me no matter what. When I'm in a manic episode, the rabbits are my anchor to reality. I need them almost as much as they need me, they're my priority. I can't risk them living in a garden and shed that could kill them! There's no compromise either way, if at least I could rabbitify the shed I might be able to handle it, but no, I'm not allowed. There's nowhere in the garden I can put a fold-up run to keep them away from the plants either (The garden is full of ivy, wisteria, and we keep getting neighbour's cats in and there's even foxes around now)
Sean's Mum says she doesn't understand why they can't live outside again as nothing bad has happened yet (Umm, hello? My beautiful Firefly died and I never found out what happened to him, it could of been anything, a stray wisteria branch, shock, or a weak heart, it's just not worth the risk) but that's like me turning around and saying it's ok to put her cats out in a field of dogs because nothing bad might happen :shock:
And it's amazing how happier and friendlier both rabbits have been inside, sleeping on my knee, playing with the cats, snuggling on the sofa... they're safer and happier here Oh god, I hope I don't have to rehome them for their own safety, I can't bear having to lose them. They're keeping me going.