I have a rabbit called Arthur
I've had him since April 17th 2004, and he's been in my house during my married life, during my sofa surfing, I kept him through drug rehab (with the help of friends) and I now have him living in my garden, providing hours of entertainment for my son, in my refreshed-marital home. To be honest, whilst I was living as a drug addicted crook, he got more care than I did - although I had to twist arms, cajole and threaten to be able to keep him with me, safe and well.

Sadly, he is very old and ill and will probably be put down at 5.10 tonight, if he makes it that long.

He has a bizarre habit of shagging a plastic bucket. We never had him castrated. We also put a plastic bucket with a pattern and handle on it into his cage. There is no handle left. Nor is there a pattern. He shags it almost constantly and cuddles it at bedtime.

I'm half surprised it has never got pregnant.

EDIT - Turns out he wasn't just old, but had a massive growth he'd managed to ignore for months. So now I have a sad day, an upset wife and a bewildered three year old to deal with.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Wed 7 Jul 2010, 10:00, 4 replies)

Haha
And aww. Condolences
(Cloudane, Wed 7 Jul 2010, 10:11, closed)

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For an original and amusing story that does not involve human OCD habits, and also condolences if you have to say goodbye to your little buddy tonight. It is amazing how a small fluffeh creature can get you through some of the hardest moments of your life and always raise a smile.

Best of luck.
(Roddimus_Prime Should be revising, Wed 7 Jul 2010, 10:29, closed)

Awwww... very sad and very funny.
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( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 7 Jul 2010, 12:01, closed)

Aww
My rabbit used to be intimate with an old space-hopper quite frequently. Sorry to hear of your loss :(
(Ovaltina, Wed 7 Jul 2010, 18:52, closed)