First, I should preface this post by saying that I've never posted here before. I feel like I know everyone here however, as I have been reading all the posts for the past 4 years when my precious Winston came into my life. I've actually never posted before on any website, just a voracious reader, mostly because I'm a pretty private person and apprehensive about writing to strangers. Everyone seems so supportive here, so I feel you may be able to understand.
I guess the reason why I'm writing this now , is because I feel like I'm falling apart. My beloved mini-rex Winston passed away on Thursday from GI Stasis. I don't know how to make the pain stop. I can barely write this because I'm crying so hard. He was the light of my life. He has been with us since he was six months old (just turned 4 on May 12). We gave him the best care- highest recommended doctor in the Detroit area (Great Lakes Rabbit Sanctuary, HRS, Rabbit Magazine recommendation) I took him in for bi-annual checkups at her recommendation. I fed him the Oxbow pellets, gave him the best varied greens, varieties of hay, Full free-range of our house , with his own special room. where I created a village for him with all his favorite toys. BUT HE STILL DIED- and he was only four years old. I know they are fragile animals, I've read numerous books on how suddenly they can die. But this is particularly difficult for me, because he was fine on Wednesday morning -ate all his pellets- and by the afternoon he refused his greens and not hopping around like normally. I made an appointment that evening with the vet - unfortunately not his normal vet of the past four years because she just moved to Atlanta. I saw another vet highly recommended by Great Lakes Rabbit Sanctuary. He administered a shot of reglan and a syringe of Critical Care- and since Winston produced about 12 fecal pellets while he was there, sent him home with more reglan and Critical Care.
Needless to say his condition did not improve. While he did produce 3 fecal pellets that evening - he remained listless and wouldn't eat or even swallow the critical care we gave him. At 5:45 am, we rushed him to the best Animal Emergency Center outside Detroit over an hour away. He was put in an incubator, given meds, and sub-q fluids. But I'll never forget that image of him wrapped in the blanket and looking so listless. We kissed him and told him how much we loved him and left the ER. He was admitted overnight, but I couldn't leave the parking lot-even though the doctor said he had a good chance since I brought him so quickly, We just sat in the parking lot for a couple hours and then went back to see him, hoping that the pain meds would have taken effect. He was very out of it, but when I went to kiss him on the head and tell him I loved him, he tried to lift his head to sit up, but couldn't because of the drugs and his legs just splayed out.
We finally left with instructions from the ER physician that she would call to give us a status report. At 12:55 pm that day, she called to inform me that Winston had passed away. My heart is broken, I have a hole that I can't imagine going away. I can't eat- I feel sick. I I have never lost a pet, but I have lost both parents whom I was very close to, through terrible bouts of cancer. This feels worse. I had no time to prepare. I don't know who to talk to who would understand this pain. Besides my boyfriend, whom I live with, who is equally devasted by our loss- I don't know who to turn to. Everyone I know either doesn't have a pet or has a dog or cat, I'm afraid their reaction will be it's just a rabbit- move on.
If you have taken the time to read this, thank you for listening. As I said, I was extremely nervous to post anything, and any comments at all would be more that appreciated.