I found this forum on the day of my baby girl’s passing, 6/23/2021. My Bonny passed during sedation on this date. She was a couple of months shy of her 12th birthday. Yes, she lived a long life. Yes, she died in peace. We took her to the vet (an awesome one) for her every 3-4 month right-side molar trim for the past two years. Dr. said she died quickly upon sedation. He said that her heart and other vitals appeared strong or else he would not have sedated her. He said she just gave up immediately and that perhaps there was an underlying issue. After all, she was old, 11.8 years. She also suffered from a daily runny left eye for the past four years, for which we treated her with antibiotics daily. This morning of her passing, I worried about taking her in because she had been really slowing down of late. She has been completely blind (cataracts) in both eyes for the past 1.5 years.
So, why I am here? After reading so many of the posts here looking for support, my heart broke even more than when I arrived. It is because I read SO many rabbit moms and dads who were killing themselves with guilt. Why do we torture ourselves so?! It is because we loved them so much that losing them surely must have been our fault — when it wasn’t. Even I kept hashing events of the morning, etc., in my brain — looking for something/trying to find something to blame myself for her loss. I was beating myself up for not giving her ever more banana the morning of her passing. I gave her only a tablespoon a day on top of her greens/pellets/hay. Of course, that was never enough for her. I denied her more than a tablespoon, as usual, this passing morning — attempting to be the always dutiful mom to not give her too much fruit. Oh, how I wished I would have given her all she desired. After her passing, I kept telling myself how cruel I was not to indulge her requests.
I am finally (5 days later) able to see that I should be focusing ONLY on the extraordinary WONDERFUL, loving days I had with her. I was a good, VERY loving, attentive mama. NONE of us are perfect. We all loved our babies or we wouldn’t be posting. We must try hard to stop torturing ourselves with guilt. For me: Well, I knew for months (as she was slowing down) that every next day with her was a gift. However, I prayed nightly to our Father to give me one more day and praised Him for each of these days. None of us were promised our babies forever. One more day is never enough.
Thank you for this forum. It is so necessary and cathartic. May God give you all peace of heart and soul — knowing that you did the BEST you could for what you knew at the time of your sweet baby’s passing. There is ALWAYS something more we would go back in time and change, yet the outcome would always have been in God’s time.