The computer said my next patient's name
was Lucifer, and that he was a domestic. Not
that an unusual name for a pet, I have to
"Come on in. Do you have Lucifer hiding in
that box for me?" I say. A gentleman dressed
all in black with a rather spiky aesthetic and a
selection of piercings comes into my consult
room and opens the box.
He places a perfectly black rabbit on the table.
Honestly, I had been expecting a cat.
Turns out Lucifer is his new rabbit. He'd
insisted on taking it from a friend who wasn't
taking care of it a few months ago.
Lucifer, for his part, had decided the table was
too scary and that his dad’s leather clad
armpit was the best place to be.
To my surprise and delight, our new goth
rabbit owner is doing everything right. Perfect
diet, read up on rabbit health, vaccinating,
enrichment, the works.
He even started a vegetable garden to grow
treats for the rabbit, or as he put it, "tributes