I’ve been nothing short of a wreck since having to put Topper down on Monday morning.
I haven’t brought myself to clean anything up around the house that was hers. Her toys, her feeder, even stray poops…. I just can’t bring myself to do it. Not yet. I work from home, so walking anywhere around the house this past week would remind me of her, and I would just break down.
So back on Thursday afternoon I noticed Topper’s poops getting more mushy. I thought this was just a little thing she might be going through, and she would be fine later on. Even still, I (and my fiance) closely monitored her, kept a journal of when she pooped and how they were. Critical Care, digestive tablets, etc. were all being administered. Of course, since this was the start of the long weekend, we had no choice but to play doctor ourselves until Monday came around. Long story short, all weekend was stressful because she’d show signs of improving, then back to sick again. It was up and down constantly. We could tell she wasn’t eating a whole lot, and she was losing weight. But the way our silly bun is, she’s still very alert during this time, running around, jumping on furniture, etc. Not the typical hiding in a box vibe we’d see of her when she be going into stasis…
Then Monday morning rolls around, and she actually had the best poops we’d seen in days. “Things are looking up!” we thought. But we decided to bring her into the vet anyways.
And that’s when the vet told us that she was actually very sick.
Her temperature was very low, she’d almost lost half her weight by this time, and anything they would do would just only be buying her a small amount of extra time. So we had to make that difficult decision. The decision that was always in the back of our minds every time we took her to the vet, or took her to the hospital. Because, from day one, Topper has had many health problems. So every time one of the vets (because we saw a lot of different ones) would tell us some new issue she had; bad liver, splayed leg, broken bones from her sleeping disorder, the list goes on. But the one thing they would always say is that despite all of this, Topper was always happy and alert. Never biting, never stomping…. just a happy little bun.
But Monday morning was different. We could tell she wasn’t her usual self, and she was in pain. So we decided that after only 3 years, her time had come. And we spent our last moments together kissing, petting, giving her strawberries, and of course, crying our hearts out.
After how sad I am, and how much I’ve been crying…. I’ve also been mad. Mad at her breeders who clearly didn’t care about any of their rabbits (thankfully, they no longer breed rabbits). But I’m mostly mad at the people around me who think “Oh, it’s just a rabbit, no big deal.” My fiances parents said days after she passed “So when are you getting a new pet? We’ll help you get a dog…” I was livid when I heard this. So I just walked away because I didn’t want to hear any of that.
Thankfully, we do have friends that have been very understanding, and have been asking how we’ve been doing through all this. They all know how much Topper meant to us, and they also miss her too. They loved to spoil her when they’d come over, and Topper just loved people, doing figure 8s around everyone’s legs when they walked in.
It’s hard to believe I won’t see her anymore, and I think her about her constantly. I keep asking myself if we could’ve done things differently, if she’d still be around. If we spent more money, or tried different things.
Anyways, I’m sorry about my rant… But I know as rabbit owners (and ones that have lost their buns), that this was a place to get this off my chest.
I hope everyone here is doing well 😥