My girl is getting up in years as well and I often wonder if I’ve loved her enough, done enough, etc. Most of her life is spent in her condo, I don’t get greens to her every day, etc.
But then I work at the local shelter – where two buns live in a cage barely bigger than a filing box. And the feral ones that are shot by people, eaten by predators and live for only a couple of years without the warmth and love of a home. In the end, I know that my Maryann has had a better life than 99% of the rabbits out there. And every time I see her flopped out on the floor, laying curled up next to Dono, that she has lived an incredible life.
And, when the time comes for her to cross the rainbow bridge, I know that she’ll be happy in her knowledge that another bun will soon know the love and warmth that she enjoyed for so many years. And having trained me (and Dono) to be even better slaves to the next girl in need of love.
And that is what I take comfort in.