Sundays are normally for family.
For me, family means pets and especially bunnies that are so often abandonned, mercilessly killed and, in some countries, like Japan, objectified, dressed like babies and made to perform as if they were little jesters.
Bunnies - that Sole and I and many others with us - loved so much, are not just pets.
They are animals, with their own desires and drives. There's no feeling like their tiny tongues licking our hand when we feel and caress them.
They are beings.
With their own individuality.
They need their own environment and they need to be loved as they are.
Not as they should be according to our wishes.
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