Well, I blew it

The shelter got in a four-month-old baby flemish giant rabbit. Ever since I had Tobin, and realized that he was antisocial, I have wanted a larger rabbit, one that would interact with me. And there he was. He was beautiful. He nipped at my arm when I picked him up, but it was just a gentle nip. I didn't spend a whole heck of a lot of time with him, so we weren't horribly bonded. I am not quite in a place to provide a great rabbit home. I have a great home, don't get me wrong, and he would have been loved greatly, but it wouldn't have been ideal. I hemmed and hawed about it, and today came to the decision I was going to spend time with him on Monday and if he was social, I was going to take him home. Well, someone else adopted him today. Yay for them, and yay for the bunny finding a good home, but booo for me for not having him. It is probably for the best, flemish rabbits can get up to 20 lbs, which is actually bigger than Emmy, my eldest and fatest cat at 16.5 lbs.

Sigh.

I miss having a bunny around.