Sharky

Sharky died earlier this month from age-related complications. He was at least seven years old, but likely much older.

We took Sharky in after the young man who was his original owner died of a heart attack and the young man's parents asked the local rabbit rescue to help find the bunny a home. Sharky (formerly Ari) couldn't be adopted out through the standard channels because... well... he would bite people if he didn't like what they were doing. He needed a highly experienced and tolerant rabbit family who would just let him be himself, so the rescue's director called me. We took stewardship of the little guy seriously and gave the opinionated rabbit as good a home as we possibly could.

Pictures of him from our last family photoshoot:

Steve cobbles the family pictures together in photoshop since our rabbits don't all get along, so I'm sitting on the couch in an attempt to convince Sharky to stay in the proper part of the shot. I'm in an apron to keep rabbit fur off of my clothes for the later picture that had me and Steve in it.

At the end, Sharky was blind in both eyes and arthritic, but a tough little dude who continued his existence as if nothing was wrong. He was a funny little bunny and is greatly missed.