Instinct took over. She scooped the little thing into her arms, feeling its tiny heartbeat flutter against her chest. That night, she named him Pablo—after a TV character who made her laugh when not much else could. It was impulsive. But somehow, it fit.
From that day on, Pablo became the center of her world. She hadn’t expected a rabbit to be so clever—figuring out routines, learning where the treat jar was, even responding to his name. He wasn’t just adorable; he was sharp, curious, and full of personality. She was completely smitten.
Two years later, the tiny kit she found had become a lively, curious little explorer. He knew the creaks in the floor better than she did and claimed every warm patch of sun as his own. Samantha often wondered—had she rescued him, or had he rescued her?
That morning, coffee in hand, she sat on the back step and watched him chase butterflies through the garden. The light caught his fur just right. For a moment, everything around her—the house, the garden, even the silence—felt like it had fallen into place.