Smokey passed away this morning.
A year ago they diagnosed her with kidney failure. At the time, the vet and I believed she had a matter of weeks left. She proved everyone wrong and lived for a full year after her diagnosis. For 95% of this past year, she was the same diva Smokey. She had some bad days — days where she wasn’t really eating a lot or was lethargic — but for the most part, she was her total normal self. I noticed last week she wasn’t herself — she growled at me, attacked me, and kept to herself inside her house. I guess I should have known right there she was telling me to leave her alone, it was her time. She passed in her sleep, which is the most I could ever ask for. After watching 2 bunnies suffer from congetial issues from poor breeding, I can at least say my baby went peacefully.
Smokey would have been 8 years old in March. She lived a full life showing the world how much of a diva she was. She was a pre-Kindergarten rabbit for half of her life, she loved the kids. And she thought she was a cat because she was raised with 4 of them, so she walked everywhere and played with cat toys.
I will miss Smokey. And there is a huge hole in my heart right now. But I got another year with her that I did not think I had. And I cherished every minute of it. Now she is over the Rainbow Bridge with all of the other bunnies hopping around and eating dandelions like they are spaghetti.
