Ronnie died yesterday. He was a wonderful bunny. He would greet me when I got home from work, he was very friendly, he loved treats and would jump up when there was a bag crinkle. He was incredibly soft. He was very polite, never bit. He loved cuddles. He wasn’t even 3 yet (one month away from his birthday). I only had him for one year and I wish it was longer.

I moved him and his sister (Bonnie, she’s okay) last week into another room temporarily as there was a dog in the house visiting and I couldn’t do anything about that. I thought I was doing the best thing for them (I thought that I was protecting them from being afraid). I didn’t think about eating carpet and I know he had at least one thread from carpet in his stomach. He ate some holes in a towel I used to plug a space under a bookshelf and I think some of that might’ve been swallowed. He didn’t know, he was a baby. I didn’t know either (I should’ve), but he’s shredded the ends of towels before. It’s never been a problem.

He was beautiful, he was American breed with a white nose and white fluff on the bottoms of his feet. He had so many different colors of brown in his fur. He would lay with his feet out, and I would say he was the world’s most comfortable rabbit. He would come when you called him or held your hand out for pets. He would put his head down for petting.

Symptoms started in the afternoon. He wasn’t eating and didn’t care about treats and wanted to hide. I thought he was a bit hot in the house (he was fluffy and I felt hot myself). I had him drink some water and he did. I moved him back to his original area. He seemed to be recuperating. I watched to see if he used his litter box and thought if he didn’t, I’d bring him to the vet in the morning (this is about 7-8pm). I checked on him at 7am and he hadn’t moved and hadn’t used the litter box. I put my hand out to pet him and he didn’t put his her down. He let me pick him up (NEVER happened without a struggle before). In the ride to the vet, he put his head down. The vet said it was serious. She gave him relaxant. She let me say goodbye to him. I thought I’d be picking him up the next day or later. I did tell him I loved him. I think he knew—I hope so.

I called to check on him and she was giving him medicine to pass whatever was in his system. An x-ray showed it was in his stomach (I think it was the carpet). I got a call shortly after and she said he was too weak, had gone into cardiac arrest and had passed away.

Having a really hard time with this. I keep thinking “if only I hadn’t moved them” or had covered the whole area they were on with fleece and hay. I didn’t think of this.

He is buried in the backyard. I’ve ordered a headstone for him and plan to plant some roses there. Really miss him. Always will. He will always be my baby. Such a good baby.