My sweet baby boy passed away on December 31st. Of course, being both a major holiday and a Sunday made it so that there were no vet offices open near me, and the closest emergency vet was an hour away. Looking back, I should have just taken him there much sooner, but he had went through bouts of stasis before and was always pretty quick to recover, and he had also been getting fluids for 2 or 3 days. However, that day he was spitting out his Critical Care when I tried syringe feeding him, and I noticed his ears were very cold and he kind of just felt cold all over. I wrapped him in a blanket with a warm heating pad and after a little bit he seemed to perk up. I left the room for a moment and when I came back he was sitting in his litter box, and he would slowly put his head down like he was falling asleep, but then jerk his head back up like he was fighting to stay awake. His ears were now really pale, the rings around his eyes were pale, and there was some discharge coming from them. I wrapped him up in a towel and rushed him as fast as I could to the emergency vet, and he was fighting for his life through the whole ride there, but right when I walked through the vet’s doors he started seizing in my arms and his heart stopped. I had him for 6 years, he was my world, my baby, and I was and still am so devastated. I will have to live with all of the “what if’s” and the guilt I feel for not taking him to the vet sooner for the rest of my life. I can’t stop thinking about how he could still be here if I would have just done this and that. Can’t stop blaming myself. He depended on me to make him feel better and I failed him. I keep apologizing to him in hopes he can hear me. I miss him.
I’m sorry this seems like it belongs in the Rainbow Bridge section, maybe it does, but I do have questions. Based on what I wrote, does this sound like hypothermia? Or could it have been kidney failure? Or the stasis, or was it maybe just his time to go? I rescued him after he was dumped outside so his exact age was not known, but he was maybe 7 or 8 years old, which makes me believe it wasn’t old age, although he was slowing down a bit a week or two leading up to the stasis. He lost his appetite for hay in that time, but he still had a big appetite for critical care, salads, and pellets, and was pooping normally. I got his teeth filed just a few days before he went into stasis because my vet thought it might have been his spurs causing him to not eat his hay, which is another thing I regret doing because it just made him lose his appetite altogether.
I normally would have considered myself to be fairly knowledgeable in bunny care, except I didn’t even know there was a larger possibility of bunnies getting hypothermia while they have stasis. This is why I was so caught off guard when it happened, I had no idea what was wrong or what to do for him, I just knew it was really bad. This is such a huge jumble of words, I’m sorry, my thoughts are everywhere. I just want to know where I went wrong, what I should have done, what I could have done, so that maybe I can prevent this from happening in the future, or at least know what to do when it happens. If a bunny experiences hypothermia, is warming them back up enough? Is there something else they need? Obviously getting them to the vet as soon as possible is ideal, but in this case “as soon as possible” wasn’t soon enough because it was so far away. I feel like I could have spent the time it took to drive there to do something for him at home instead.
I would really appreciate any help, insight, advice, anything. Nobody I know understands what it’s like to love a bunny. He was my child and I was not ready to lose him. He was so special to me, being my first bun. I probably would have never had bunnies in my life if he wouldn’t have showed up out of the blue. I’ve learned so much from him. I just wish it hadn’t of cost him his life for me to learn about hypothermia… if that’s really what took him. I don’t think I will ever be able to celebrate NYE again.
Thank you for reading.