BBC News website: 'Rabbits gave me a reason to live'

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In a hodgepodge of an article, tenuously held together by the fact that an ancient Roman rabbit bone has been found, the BBC report
Jane Bramley, 64, from Pontefract, west Yorkshire, has been breeding rabbits for more than 30 years and says the animals played a big part in helping her overcome two serious illnesses.

She was diagnosed with cancer aged 30, shortly after the birth of her son, and it was during her recovery from life-saving surgery that her interest in rabbits started.

After taking over a pet shop, she thought she could make some extra money by breeding and selling rabbits.

"Having such a positive hobby to focus my energy on really boosted my recovery," she said.

Ten years later when she was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, she says her rabbits once again aided her recovery.

"Rabbits gave me a reason to live," she said. "I had to get out of bed every day to go and see them.

"I feel very strongly that my rabbits are therapy and I have devoted my life to them."

Jane currently owns 72 rabbits with her husband Douglas - she has had over 240 in the past - and it takes them two hours a day to feed and water them.
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and who says journalism is dead? Read the full article here, https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-47963324
 
Can't beat a bit of killer bunny - literally, it's indestructible.

(not up to watching clip ATM, and last time I saw that sketch was erm....a very long time ago, so if the killer bunny does get defeated, it didn't okay, in my mind it won. I'm happier that way. Let's not make an issue of it.)
 
I really hate rabbits, I know you all go what? They are not cute; smelly, they pee and poo all the time and don't interact much. Some of them have red scary eyes.

I guess I will never recover because of this, shame...
 
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But on the plus side they can be used to make a very chicken like soup - and chicken soup has had great marketing to encourage people to believe it's good for the sick.

So having a few in a rest home seems like a good plan to me.

I also have no fondness for rabbits, I can't even be bothered to eat them these days, they used to be a really cheap source of meat but, like with everything, once that was noticed the price went up - and they are a lot more agro to prepare than, say, a chicken.

And if you can find them, the odd butcher still sells them, they actually cost more than chicken now.
 
I had a pet rabbit (Clover) growing up, we let him run the house and he pooped everywhere. One day he disappeared and my mother had prepared a rabbit stew. She swore it wasn't him, but I never ate the stew.
 
My dad gave me a stuffed rabbit after a business trip. The minor but only emotional rapport I had in my family was w/my dad.

The rabbit is my childhood essence, my spirit-animal. Still is. Shak is short for shakota, a Pomo Indian dialect word for rabbit.

The first rabbit I had was bitten in the neck by some animal. I had put him in an upside down cardboard box outside the house overnight, as a cage wasn't permitted by dad.

Then, I was allowed to have three California Dutch rabbits in a nice cage he built, but by winter that dad wanted them kept yards away from the warmth of the house in the frigid Midwest winter. They died.

And finally we took in several rabbits, both male and female. In spring the two males tried to filet each other and had to be put down.

Meanwhile all through my childhood, my father shot the wild rabbits who wandered in at dusk from the woods next to our house. They nibbled at his ornamentalm plantings was the reason. He burned them inside the house in our incinerator (our very own crematorium).

I cried every time I heard the crack of his gun. No one comforted me. Eventually, he wised up and put wire mesh around his plantings. I left home at fifteen.
 
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I had a pet rabbit- lived in the house, and I housetrained her. She was very cute. In the morning I would let her out of her hutch and she would run through to the kitchen and sit on her haunches in front of the fridge, waiting to see what she was getting for breakfast. Then she would run back through to her hutch and leap in it for her morning treat!
It was amusing to see how much she and the cats ignored each other....
Luckily she was a big bunny. My hunter cat is very fond of small rabbits - I get left with ears and innards, along with some furry paws......
 
Proves my point - rabbits are bad - even for children :hug:

It's possible I'm weird but even as a child once I felt the muscle your average rabbit has, and the sheer bloody mindedness and stupidity, I decided I didn't like them. I never understood why people did. Damn things are too powerful to be that unpredictable.

Then I was introduced to the idea of rabbit stew (my father hit one whilst driving and he was that sort of person, I'm glad he didn't hit a person or our little cooker would have been sorely tested) and my opinion changed, as it was quite tasty, and I wasn't the one who had to prepare and cook it.

I employed a woman for that sort of thing, well one kept hanging around anyway.
 
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