Buttercup is a loved soul. It's obvious in the way he allows his master to handle and care for him. No one else can do to that rabbit what Halle does. It's always been that way.
While we were away for the summer, we left Butter in the care of our friends. Each day someone would stop by to be sure he was fed, had fresh water and a clean cage. But because Halle is the only one to handle him, Buttercup became indifferent. Our friend Paul would often come under fierce attach as he stuck his hand in to fill the empty dish with fresh food, and there was certainly no getting that rabbit out of his cage.
When we returned after 5.5 weeks, Buttercup was not himself. He had clearly lost weight and was molting in excess. He did not look healthy. Halle took special care over the next week to pay lots of attention to him, brushing him and letting him run about, giving him fresh treats and stroking his velvet coat. We thoroughly cleaned his cage and made his home nice and tidy. Within days his appearance and countenance were back to normal. He is now his chubby old self.
It's interesting that our souls are the same way. When we are cared for and believed in, when we don't shun the concern of others because of pride, but are vulnerable and real, it's then we have potential to thrive. Without love and support, life is a lonely, isolated existence. Relationships are vital.