I lost my bunny Kimo of 11 years yesterday. He had been battling problems with paralysis in one of his hind legs and front legs, and last week, had a bout of GI stasis. He had always been such a fighter, battling through all his illnesses and coming out on top. Last weekend, I had taken him to the vet because he was ill, and she told me he wouldn’t survive through the weekend and even if he did, his quality of life would be poor, so she recommended euthanasia. I came home crying, but decided in the end that Kimo would let me know when it was time to go. He somehow managed to survive through my birthday weekend, and a few more days. And every night last week, I would let him eat his hay and drink water (he couldn’t move very much on his own, and cuddle him to sleep for a few hours and then give him fluids. Thursday morning, I did the same, and he was getting better, so I thought that he would be alright. I had a long day at work that day, so I cuddled him a little longer in bed and left for work, making sure he had enough hay and water. I stopped by a storeand pick up bananas on the way home for Kimo and Tika for a treat. When I came home around 8:30 that night, he had left me and his bonded bunny friend, Tika. He must have passed sometime in the afternoon, but I think he passed away peacefully; he was sleeping in the litterbox. I held him so tight and cried all night. I let Tika say her goodbyes, and she couldn’t stop grooming him. This morning, I took Kimo to his last vet visit and had him cremated. My heart is so heavy, but I can’t stop thinking that Kimo is somewhere in bunny heaven munching on all his favorite treats: bananas, grapes, carrots, and apples, and it makes me smile knowing that he can now hop and binky forever.