|6/13/2015 12:45 PM|
This is St. Francis, Francis saw animals as his brothers and sisters because they were God’s creatures, just like people. He said of animals. “Not to hurt our humble brethren is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission to be of service to them wherever they require it.” So Francis prayed that God would work through him to help animals as well as people.
I am not very religious, but I think when we lose a pet God sends them to St. Francis and imagine some nice woodland and Francis standing there waiting to open a gate into a beautiful woodland garden to join others, this may bring some comfort to people who have lost a pet, someone to care for them forever.
Maybe this is at the end of The Rainbow Bridge that they see.
|Olly the Conundrum Rabbit keeps me busy all day.|
|10/08/2015 12:32 AM|
I am a new member here, but I was really feeling the need to talk about my bunny Jesse, who passed away this morning. At this point my husband and I are both really heartbroken, but I am also feeling unbearable guilt. We've adopted four bunnies over the last few years, and now three of them have died too soon. It's hard not to feel like a terrible bunny parent, and I'm unsure I would ever be able to adopt a rabbit again. But, part of me thinks that if bunny people who know about these things could reassure me that we didn't do anything wrong, it might help.
Our first bunnies were both rescues with teeth issues who had never learned to eat hay, so of course I knew they would have many health challenges. But the way the second one died was really heart-breaking - she had been in for a dental surgery, and when she wasn't bouncing back the next day, I took her back to the vet (a rabbit specialist). The vet prescribed newer, stronger antibiotics to fight off an infection. They should have been safe to give orally, but Ume died within an hour of the first dose. She went downhill so quickly and died in my husband's lap while we both stroked her. She cried out in pain before the light went out of her eyes. I will never forget that terrible moment.
In time we adopted another bonded pair, a sweet two year old Polish girl and a truly adorable young Flemish boy. We named them Mina and Jesse (together, 'Jessamina', an old name of the Jasmine flower). Jesse was the Flemish who just died. He was the most wonderful bunny, with love for everyone, endless binkies, and a fantastic appetite.
On Saturday, which was also my birthday, we noticed that Jesse's usual lusty appetite had slowed, so we canceled our plans and took him to a highly recommended bunny vet. She did scans and found gas but no blockage, so she hypothesized that he was just having some GI slow-down due to the change of seasons and perhaps grooming Mina a little too much. She gave us gut motility drugs and painkillers and sent us home. We live out in the country, so the journey to a good bunny vet is a long one, and the car ride seemed stressful for Jesse. His temp at the vet was quite high, but it was normal at home.
On Sunday we noticed that one of his cheeks had swollen alarmingly. It looked like an abscess and we were very concerned that this might be the underlying cause of his appetite loss. The vet was closed that day, but we called their off-hours line and made an appointment for the next day. Jesse was eating pretty well on his own (critical care, salads, pellets, everything but hay, which seemed too painful), pooping, even doing little binkies. His temp was normal. On Monday we took him in and the vet discovered that the cause of the abscess might be a broken tooth, which she pulled. She also lanced, drained, and flushed the abscess.
We went home with new meds, but Jesse never really seemed right after that. We got home around 6 pm and syringe fed him critical care. The next morning he had not pooped and was only very slowly nibbling on a few leaves. His temp was also at 104.2, so we took him to the emergency exotics hospital. He was admitted with a high fever and stayed there the rest of the day and through the night. They were able to stabilize his temperature, but all kinds of other vitals were crashing- glucose levels, blood pH, calcium, etc. The vet performed every intervention they could think of. Around 1:00 a.m. they told me all his levels had gone up a bit, and they were hopeful. They placed him on oxygen and IVs overnight. But when the tech came in that morning, our dear boy had passed. The vet told me that it looked like an incredibly nasty infection; she compared it to flesh-eating bacteria in humans.
Given all that, it's likely there's nothing anyone could have done, but I still feel just heartbroken and like I should have noticed sooner, should have done something differently that would have allowed him to live. He was practically still a baby, not even two years old. I keep crying and even hyperventilating, just wanting to tell him how sorry I am.
Part of the guilt comes from the fact that I just started back at university after a long absence, and I hadn't been around nearly as much last week. We also have three dogs and two cats, so there are always many little souls to look after. My husband often takes care of the day to day bunny care, and though he loves them very much, I wonder if I might have noticed something sooner. For our remaining bunny Mina I am determined to do everything I can to be a better mom. I will clean out her litter box every day so I always know exactly how much she is pooping, and I have also set up an appointment with a mobile vet so that she can get care without having to endure the stress of car rides. (She is still eating/pooping very well, but I'd like to have a baseline with the vet and just get everything checked.) But none of that brings Jesse back.
Our bunnies have always had a huge pen and lots of clean fresh hay to eat, daily playtime, and love and affection (both from us and from their canine friend/protector, a gentle Great Pyr). Jesse always seemed like a very happy bunny, but I can't stop feeling so very guilty and sad. I should have kept better track of his stools, I should have taken him to the emergency vet as soon as I saw the abscess... I am sure it happens to many people who lose a beloved pet, but with one so young and healthy just a few days ago, it is that much harder.
|11/20/2015 10:18 PM|
Angelonia, I am so sorry for your loss of Jesse, and the bunnies before him. Reading your post, I cannot find anything that in any way suggests that you should feel guilty. I would have done everything the same, you did everything you could and more. After the loss of bunnies, it is so easy to focus on what you could have done, but instead try to think of the wonderful life you gave Jesse. ((((hugs))))
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