Hi everyone. So this morning my 1 year old sweet, amazing, kind, funny, loving, and all around perfect mini lop, Rupert, passed away in my arms. He had been fine yesterday afternoon and when we can home from seeing my in-laws he was just acting odd and not eating his hay. He had some carrots but then started coughing a little bit. He was just sitting and staring into space and I knew something was wrong. Unfortunately, the emergency vet we have here is not bunny savvy so we were going to take him first thing to see his normal vet this morning. I checked on him several times overnight and he actually seemed to be getting a little better and was jumping up on his cage and wanting head rubs and even ate a few bites of kale and carrot. At 0802 I called the vet to get a 0940 appointment and then he just started acting really weird and hid under the table and his head started jerking and I knew the end was upon us. At 0823 he died in my arms.
I am heartbroken and lost. I feel completely empty and feel like I failed him. I spoke with our vet who thinks based on how fast he went down hill it was either GI stasis caused by liver lobe torsion or that his cancer had spread and either way there was nothing I could have done for him. When we got the cancer diagnosis this summer I knew in my heart that it was the beginning of the end of our time together but I just never thought it would be so soon and so sudden. He was the biggest momma’s boy so it was very fitting that he waited for me to get up to snuggle with me one last time and then almost immediately died in my arms. In some ways it makes it better knowing I was his safe place.
I miss him so much and I feel like I’ll never stop crying or be whole again- I just can’t beleive he’s gone and I’ll never give him kisses again or have him run into my lap for head rubs. My other animals (2 cats and a baby bunny) are trying to comfort me and my poor husband is distraught seeing me so sad. I’ve lost cats and dogs before but Rupert was my first bunny and it’s true- the smallest things really do take up the most room in your heart. I just don’t know what to do or how to stop the hurt . . .
-Sarah