my first rabbit (although i only very vidly remember him) was smokey, i believe a black cross...i would have been only 5 or 6. I can remember him having a pretty big hutch attached to my dads stock car workshop, and my mum allowing him to come on the garden and eating all the dandelions up...
I cant remember much more, apart from the morning he died. I woke up to hearing the back door open, peeked my head of the bedroom window and hearing my mum say to my dad 'how do we tell them he is dead?'...
poor smokey, i cant even remember were we got him from, or how old he was when he passed on
After that my first rabbit (as in i was totally responsible for etc), was Taylor, a lop earred cross and he was the love of my life. I was 11/12 and he went everywhere with me. He would run around my legs, sit on my lap, and indure rabbit cuddles, and so so so so much. He devloped extremely bad dental problems at around 8 months of age, and because niether me or my mum knew much about dentals at that time we just went along with what the vet told us. His first dental went very well, but his second didnt. Although he survived and was brought back home, he never fully recovered..and he past on when i was on hoilday visting my penfriend in scotland, i was 14
I never cried so much in my life, when i came home he had his very special place in my garden, with a white cross, which is still there to this very day... (im now 22!).