Hello everyone. I just lost my best friend ever and and I don’t really know how I feel.
First of all, I want to thank you so much for giving me the chance to express my feelings and share my experience with people that can genuinely understand me. My family and friends are very kind and supportive, but I still feel like no one here is really understanding how I feel and what my bunny meant and still means to me.
Cohen was a beautiful 9 years old aries rabbit, I bought him when I was just 15 and we literally grew up together. He had a very special personality, he wasn’t so friendly with people he didn’t know and that’s why all the members of the family shared a very special bond with him. We all were very close to him and he showed us his love in his own very special way. He loved me in a way I couldn’t think it was possible for a rabbit, it was amazing and I was so blessed to have him in my life. I learned so much, he taught me so much.
He has always been healthy, until three months ago, when the vet found out he was in the very first stage of a pretty aggressive bone tumor. We had one chance, we could try to save him despite the age, he was still healthy so that’s what we did. The vet tried to remove the tumor amputating a paw, he recovered surprisingly fast from the surgery and happily lived two more months with us, until the last week. He started losing control of his back paws out of nowhere, also started having balance problems and lost a considerable amount of weight in a very short time. I brought him to three different vets, the one who operated him couldn’t figure out what was wrong. The last vet we went to, found out that the tumor had damaged his kidneys and liver, there was nothing we could do at this point.
Cohen was the strongest pet I have ever had, he was such a stubborn little creature and he never let the tumor win until the very end. He couldn’t move, but he would still eat and interact with us, so we decided to keep him with us under medications to help him with the pain and eventually end his life at the end of this week, on Saturday. We wanted some more time with him, but at the same time we didn’t want him to get worse, we tried to do the best thing. It’s never easy in these situations. He was still himself, and as a very important part of the family we decided not to give up on him yet. Also my mother and sister are very religious and were quite skeptical about ending his life, but I was clear about it and only wanted to do his best interests. It was just a matter of time, days.
I think maybe this was my biggest mistake, waiting too much. I don’t have any sort of regret about the way I took care of him, or the amount of time I spent with him, or the vet care we provided him. I know I was a good mother to him and I am so grateful, despite everything, because we spent 9 beautiful years together and I know how blessed I was to have him. I just think that maybe I was not strong enough to let him go earlier. Maybe I was naive, or maybe just weak and selfish. I don’t know, I just feel so bad for the way he left us.
He died a few hours ago in my arms, after 24 hours of visible pain. He got worse really fast, I spent the whole day with him providing him medications, but it wasn’t enough. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to bring him to a vet, although there wasn’t much any vet could have done to him, maybe just spare him some pain and end his life earlier. I don’t think he passed away peacefully, I think he was in a lot of pain despite the medications and I feel so guilty and responsible for what happened. I am not sure I will ever recover from this.
Anyways, despite everything, he was so deeply loved until the very end, until his very last breath, and at least he is resting in peace right now. I hope he will forgive me, someday. I hope I will forgive myself as well, someday.
Thank you, again.