My first bunny passed away on Tuesday. Well, I had to put her down because she was suffering so much.
I got Yue at a rescue, she had apparently just had a vest visit the week before and had a clean bill of health so I didn’t worry much about getting her to the vet. I already had one planned in six months for a general checkup and she was active and alert so I figured nothing was wrong.
Nothing could have been further from the truth though. I only had her for four months, but those months were some of the best. She was great, binkying all over, running circles around me when she wanted something and even figuring out how to jump onto my desk to keep my from not paying attention to her. She would get so upset if I cried and would jump into my lap and make sure that I didn’t loose too much water from my leaking eyes. I’d open her gate and every time she would sprint out and look for trouble, but one day she just sat there and didn’t move.
I coaxed her out with some blueberries and found immediately she wasn’t moving right. She was drooling, her head was lopped over and when she tried to follow me when I walked she would trip over herself. I immediately made a vet appointment for the soonest they could get me in. By the time I got there she could hardly move and started having mini seizures.
The vet quickly took her in back and gave her something to help sedate her, and came back to relay to me that she had a tumor (probably cancerous) in her brain. She said it looked like it had been there for a while and had caused Yue to have a stroke, the vet said that there was nothing she could do. She could try putting Yue on support and maybe attempt surgery, but it was pretty clear that would just be needless suffering and there was no guarantee it would save her anyway. So I felt like the right thing to do was to put her down.
I blame my self in a way. I should have gotten a full exam of her from my vet and not taken the rescue’s word on it. Maybe if it had been caught sooner I could have saved her, or if I couldn’t, I would have at least known ahead of time. The abruptness hit me hard since just the day before she was doing her usual laps around the house.
It will take time, but I know she won’t be my last bunny. I’ll definitely rescue another one, of course taking them straight to the vet for a full check up. I just really miss the sound of her hops around the house or the little stalker I had whenever I went somewhere. She was a fantastic rabbit and I really hope that despite being in a shelter for so long, and me having her for such a short time, that she knew she was loved immensely by at least one person.