My heart has joined the thousands, for my friend stopped running today ?
Got up Friday morning, went to feed the buns before work and, usually they will follow me, circling my feet and wait for food to be put down but this morning was different, Little Red just stayed laying in the hallway. Immediately I knew something was wrong.
I called the vets at 8am and made an appointment for 10am, longest wait of my life. I could hear his tummy from being sat on the sofa, it was a bit swollen and harder than usual and his ears were so cold, I whacked the heating up and tried to tempt him with some Kale, he was having none of it. I checked the bunny cam and he hadn’t eaten or drunk since Thursday night.
My little man died when I got to the vets, he started mouth breathing and went into shock, they put him on oxygen but he died, they tried to resuscitate him but they couldn’t bring him back. I am absolutely devastated, my gorgeous little man has gone after only being with us 5 months, he was only 1, had been neglected by previous owner which lead to him losing his right eye and spending 4 months of his very short life at Pets at Home in recovery.
Poor Cinders has to say goodbye to another husbun (we lost my 10 yr old Gareth in May this year, that’s when we got Little Red).
I brought Red home so that cinders could say goodbye which broke my heart all over again. Dropped him off at the vets Saturday morning and saw a rainbow an hour or so later, my precious little boy is waiting for me.
I miss him so much ?
I just can’t get my head around it all, he was so young, energetic and happy the night before, it all happened so quick, I’m in bits. I can’t eat, sleep or think about anything else, I darent tell anyone because they just won’t understand. I am constantly trying to blame myself for it.
“I should have woken for a glass of water in the night and given him a stroke”, “should I have taken him straight to vets without making an appointment?”, “was it my noisy car that put him into shock?”, “if I had kept him at home a little longer would he still have gone into shock and died?”
All these questions keep going round and round, I just keep beating myself up about it
My mum and Muriel (the lady who looks after them when I am away) both cried when I told them, I felt awful for upsetting them.
Every morning since he left I have heard his footsteps in the hallway and felt him jump onto the bed like he always did, I feel like I’m losing my mind
I just want my boy back