It’s tempting to think that keeping our rabbits inside our homes is a modern convention. After all, the term “house rabbit” wasn’t even coined until 1985, by the founder of, what else, the House Rabbit Society. It’s true that throughout history, backyards and barnyards lined with hutches were typical rabbit lodgings. But one homeowner in 18th century England might surprise you!
William Cowper was not your ordinary fellow. Born in 1731, he studied to become a lawyer, but severe depression overtook him, and he retreated to the countryside where he found his niche writing poetry and hymns. He became quite well-known, but still plagued with melancholy, chose to spend his days in solitude.
But William was about to discover the best antidepressant known to man. A neighbor’s children grew tired of caring for their three young hares, so the neighbor brought them to William. A progressive thinker, William couldn’t bring himself to lock these vibrant animals in a cage. So he rearranged his own house to accommodate them!
Puss, Tiney, and Bess, as he called them, had a life that would be the envy of modern house rabbits everywhere. Each had his own sleeping quarters, and the trio spent their days frolicking on the Persian rug and playing out in the garden with William. Puss would tug on William’s pants when he wanted to go outside, and in the evenings, would curl up contentedly in his lap. All three would delight William with binkies so impressive that he even wrote a poem about them!
William lavished them with love and attention, and they thrived. And so did he. He told friends that when he was in the depths of his deepest depression, he’d seek out his rabbits, and the cloud would lift. Such good care they received that they had lifespans that would be impressive even today. Tiney lived to be nine, and Puss, almost twelve.
Those of us blessed with house rabbits are well aware of the joys they bring. Companionship, comfort, comic relief…there’s just nothing else that compares. William knew that too. In one of his most famous poems, he writes:
“For I have pledged all that is human in me to protect
thine unsuspecting gratitude and love.
If I survive thee, I will dig thy grave;
and when I place thee in it, sighing say,
I knew at least one hare that had a friend.”