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.