This is like, nearly six months late but I still feel I should put something here.  I only had Bright for about a year or so and people seem to think it strange how upset I still get over his loss. Basically what happened is he got sick so suddenly and he deteriorated so quickly, the vet thinks he more or less passed of old age. I noticed at first that he would only drink from a bowl, that was the only thing I can think of that changed. He was not a super energetic bunny when I had him. Sure he liked to explore and he liked cuddles and he used to circle our legs and oink everytime we came through but he was pretty slow and a bit of a surly old man of a rabbit. Despite having never been fixed (Since he was a senior citizen I really didn’t want to risk having the surgery) He was very well litter trained and never got aggressive or violent and was even good for his vet check ups. However I noticed him slowing down and being a bit unbalanced, and when his pooping and eating stopped I rushed him to the vet but it seems we were too late. The vet basically said she could refer us to a higher budget animal hospital where they have more equipment and such, we could bring him home and let him pass or we could have him put to sleep. At the time I was so in shock, and I wasn’t ready to let him go so I opted to do everything I could, spend any money I had to, to try and save him. So we went to this upscale animal hospital and I was even ready to spend 2 grand on a blood transfusion but he died overnight at the hospital. I still fall to bits whenever I think about it, and I love Leo and I still love Bright. Not sure what to do with his ashes, maybe sprinkle them in a garden or something. Bright was with me through a very tough part of my life, I had been struggling with depression and being in an abusive relationship and being all but broke. He and I went through a lot in our lives. He had been a breeding rabbit and was kept outside in a fairly small cage for most of his life, and being fed improper foods! He was probably about 9-11 years old, maybe he would have lived longer if his life had been easier, and there was a lot of moving around for him before we finally settled into the apartment we’re in now. I often wonder if I made the right decision, in trying to save him rather than accepting it was his time. I’m not religious so I don’t believe he’s like in an afterlife, but I do feel he is still with me somehow. Maybe it’s silly to be so attached to a pet but to me he was more than that. In the end I think I did what I felt I had to at the time.

 So yeah this was a bit rambly and pointless but I felt I had to say it. If I could speak rabbit I would have thanked him for brightening up my life.