My rabbit of three years died in my arms last night….and I caused it. I don’t think I can ever forgive myself. He was urinating all over the floor of his cage more and more lately and as a result got himself very dirty. I decided to give him a bath to clean him up (as I have done dozens of times over the last 3 years) and after drying him, left him for an hour. When I came back to check on him, he was curled up in the corner of his litter box and when I picked him up and put him down, he could not support himself. I immediately thought it could have been due to improper drying so I wrapped him in a towel and held him close, making sure to rub him….he then started to seize a few minutes later…and he eventually passed. I can’t get the image of him suffering out of my head. When he stopped breathing I didn’t even think about doing CPR on him like an idiot. All I did was sit there in tears.
He was such a docile bunny who loved being pet and got along with any one. He always ran towards me to play whenever I came back from a hard days of work and I would spend hours just giving him attention. He loved his pellets and the second he heard the sound of me opening the pellet bag, he would dart towards me with so much excitement.
Why on earth did I ever feel that he needed to be “cleaned”? Would it have really been a big deal if I just let him be dirty? In the end, my selfishness of wanting him clean killed him. Now when I go downstairs, all I have left to look at is his old cage, his litter box, his comfy bed, and his bag of pellets that he loved so much. He won’t come running to me anymore.
After this, I don’t think I deserve to have another pet. I’m so irresponsible.