So today I had a very hard loss. My sweet Shiloh boy died. I thought this place would help me get some things off my chest, so here goes. So I have had my rabbit Shiloh for 2 years. I was wanting to get him neutered at younger age, but at the time, I had no reason to until I got another rabbit. So I have had this rabbit savvy vet now for a year and she was the only one in a 45 minute radius from me. I loved her, she was knowledgeable, and very kind. I got my Holland lop, Pumpkin neutered with her and everything went through with flying colors. So after 2 months of getting him neutered I decided to get my other rabbit neutered so I could bond them. Well the appointment was today, I brought him in and they said he was extremely healthy, his heart sounded good and everything was good to go. they said they would call between 12 and 2 pm for me to pick him up.
Well at 12 something, I got a devastating call saying he went through the surgery and everything was fine and then his heart beat dropped and they did CPR, but they couldn’t get him back. I could not stop crying. I felt like it was my fault for getting him neutered even though I thought it would be great for him in the long run. When I went to pick up my lifeless bunny from the vet, my vet said she does at least 4 rabbit surgeries a week and in the 25 years of doing this, my rabbit was the second to die. She said he probably had a heart defect that he was born with and the anesthesia was too much for him. She asked me if I wanted to do autopsy, but I didn’t want to do that.
Literally right when I dropped him off, I went to the store that was across the street and bought some fresh papaya for him, thinking it would help him recover a bit faster. When I brought my dear bun home from the vet, my dog was absolutely confused and devastated on why he wasn’t moving. I had a bunch of daffodils growing in my garden so I cut some and buried them with him along with a daffodil floral crown I had made for him a year ago. I think I am still in shock because I don’t think he is dead. I know that sounds weird, but I feel his presence in like another form or something. Although Pumpkin wasn’t bonded to Shiloh and lived in separate spaces, I think he knows he is gone because they still saw each other everyday and now pumpkin just stares at his pen. I just hope where ever my sweet boy is, heaven or not, he his having a great time.
Thanks for reading my long thing, but I just needed to get a few thing out.