My big guy just didn’t want to go on without Sophie. The vet checked him all out. His teeth were okay. X-rays didn’t show it directly, but his heart and lungs were being pushed out of their proper place– a big lung tumor. It explains why he liked my holding him upright so much—he could breathe better. It also explains the not eating. My parents’ dog had tumors in his lungs and wasted away to nothing over months because eating and sleeping were too hard. Once his girl didn’t need him to be strong anymore, he stopped fighting. He went very easily. His five year adoptaversiary was yesterday.
The lady who was making our sling made a bunch of Liam friendly modifications, and I asked her to donate it to her animal shelter. The bunnies there have story time with dyslexic kids. Liam would love other shelter bunnies to get some love.
The vet said it was amazing that I still had a living bunny to bring her 4 days after he decided not to eat anymore. I don’t feel amazing. I feel like there is a lady at work whose poor female lives outdoors in a tiny hutch with her intact companion and has had babies every 6 weeks since I’ve lived here, and she’s nine years old, and mine died at ages 5, 5, and 7.
