Rest in peace, little Dmitry.
I couldn’t sleep at all last night and now, I don’t even want to get out of bed. There are those that have called me crazy but they’ve never loved a rabbit. If they had a “pet” rabbit, it was a thing they never bonded with…
To be brutally honest, I lost my baby yesterday. There is no other way to describe him than my baby or my child.
In reality, and to his fellow rabbits, he was an elderly gentleman. Gentleman was the best word to describe little Dima.
In my own selfish view, I lost the last remaining piece of my old life back home. The last piece that represented life when I was happy.
I should be thankful that he made it deep into his senior years and he spent most of his time with me. No matter what health issue he overcame, there would always be immense happiness when he recovered. Before his paralysis, every time he decided to fly around the room or spring about, there was happiness and excitement like watching him the first time.
His former bonded mate passed away almost 4 years ago. She was maybe triple his size and made sure Dima knew she was the boss. I asked my husband if he thought Bianka was waiting for Dima at the Rainbow Bridge. He said he didn’t think so. He thought she was laying there, most likely eating, but would look over and say “Hello!” In my silly little mind, I picture the two of them catching up on everything. I picture Dima hopping around like he wasn’t able to after his injury.
I tried to give him the best care that I could. I loved him with all my heart. Sometimes, I tell myself that it was “meant to be” that if he stayed in his previous inexperienced rabbit home, he wouldn’t have seen his senior years. He was a special needs bunny and I hope I made him comfortable. We always think what we could have done better and there are always regrets.
I tell myself that it was simply his time and he let us know. He did it as quiet and stoic as his little gentleman personality would let him.
Still heartbroken and sad but knowing that Dima is not suffering anymore.