So I feel a little silly posting this, but also I felt like I should.
I’ve been fostering a disabled rabbit this week for the shelter that I adopted Mellie from, as the guy who runs it was away. His daughter was minding the other buns, but this bun (Magoo) was very ill with liver disease and it had pressed on his spine, so as he needed special care, I was asked to foster him.
He was a complete sweetheart and was so calm and good with daily bum baths and medicines and creams etc. I took him to the vet for his weekly check-up yesterday and it looked like he was improving and we were hopeful that if we could solve the underlying issues he could get back some mobility and get back to living a happy life.
Unfortunately at 5.30 this morning when I went to give him his medicine, he was gone. I had checked on him at 11pm before I went to bed and he seemed happy, munching away on cabbage and accepting headrubs.
I know he was sick, and he was only with me for a week, so I am not distraught, but I am sad. I had really hoped he would have a good ending, and I really was shocked to find he had passed this morning.
I drove him to the vets at 7am when they opened, and they will do a post-mortem so we will know what was going on, but for now I just felt the need to acknowledge him. Binky free Magoo.