[x] None of the above
My nephew had a bunny growing up. His name was Winston, he was all brown and we used to say he was the color of a chocolate Easter bunny. He died in 2003 from heart failure and the veterinarian said he'd had a long life for a rabbit. He was 7 or 7 1/2 years old. His favorite foods were rabbit kibble, strands of hay or a piece of carrot. He liked to hop on the carpet, but not on the tile. The first time I bunny-sat, he hopped out of his hutch and hid under my nephew's bed. That was in the evening and when I came back the next morning, he was in his hutch, waiting for me to give him breakfast like nothing had happened! We went to the state fair shortly after Winston died, and I couldn't even look at the bunnies. I hope the rainbow bridge applies to bunnies too because he was just the greatest. My brother is allergic to pet dander but never had a problem with Winston, and we never figured out why that was. Bunnies are so soft!