Mark,
I listen to you on a daily basis and was quite touched by your story about your dog Sprite. While story is not about a dog, it is about a pet that was very dear to me. As an 18th birthday present, my parents bought me a rabbit, whose name was Sandy.
From the time I was a small child, I wanted a rabbit, but my parents did not want to be bothered with another animal. At the time we had a Shih Tzu that was the family pet. Around my senior year in high school I began going through a deep depression. My parents learned of my suicidal thoughts from a friend that gave me an ultimatum of either allowing me to inform them or he would. After my parents learned of my self-destructive behavior they became more opened to the thought of a rabbit in the house. On 8/31/1996, thirteen days after my 18th birthday, we went to a pet store where I found Sandy.
She was a fairly large rabbit, even at ten weeks of age. I brought her home where we spend the rest of the summer together. At that time, I had isolated myself from any social activity and only went outside for a cigarette. (I no longer smoke) Since I spent so much of my time in my room, Sandy became my best friend. During that time, I learned something about rabbits. They are quite bright and trainable. She would jump on my bed and just lay there with me while I watched television or a movie. I remember vividly, promising on Sandy’s life that I would not kill myself. Fortunately, I kept that promise.
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