I used to have a disabled rabbit called Becca we rehomed him because his previous owners got bored of him. He had alot of trouble with his teeth and eyes. A fond memory of him was i would walk down the garden , open his cage, he would race me down the garden then scratch my ankles for bits of bread. He also used to have my salad scraps under the table with the dog.Ihope this is in the right area and you enjoyed my little memory. :>