On Wednesday I had to make a difficult decision for my two year old precious Philomena. She has always struggled with tummy troubles despite my best efforts. She’s had at least 4-5 bouts of stasis and one obstruction of the cecum in her short life. I’ve done everything I could to manage it but they kept happening. After a vet visit on Tuesday, I woke up to her running and shaking in pain at 7 in the morning Wednesday. My brother and I rushed her to the nearest emergency rabbit specialist that was an hour and a half away. She was “Ok” for most of the trip but she ended up having what the vets told me was a seizure. She was screaming, shaking, and breathing frantically, She also managed to cut her ear and was bleeding. We finally got to the vet and after examining her told me that the seizures could be caused by 1 of 3 things. E. conniculi that was aggravated by the pain she was in from her tummy. A tumor in her GI tract that had spread to her brain. Or a toxic build up. The only way to be sure would be to do tests that would take days to complete and she was in pain now. There was no way I would be able to afford the vet bills to hospitalize her and even if she survived through the tests, the likelihood of me being able to do anything was small. So… I had her put down.
I miss my darling Philomena so much. I miss how she would wake me up to feed her. I miss her running around my feet excited for her food. I miss all the time I spent getting her to let me pet her. I miss how she would lean fully into my hand when I rubbed her shoulder. I miss how she would come up and eat my apple right as I would take a bite. I miss her nose twitches. I miss her thumps when I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. I miss how she would throw her toy around because I put it in her way. I miss the look she gave me when I caught her bringing her toy up the stairs, ad how she threw it down the stairs to see what it would do. I miss playing peekaboo as she ran under my bed and then came out. I miss her binkies as I said I was going to get her little bunny butt. I miss how she ran around with things she wasn’t allowed to have.
I miss having a reason to get up in the morning. I miss having a reason to continue to push myself to get a good job so I could support her. I miss having a reason to keep going in life because I couldn’t leave her. I miss smiling even though I was depressed because I knew it made her feel better when I was feeling better. I miss having a reason to be happy. I love my perfect little Princess Philomena. And all I want is her to be back in my arms again. I just want my baby back.