Yesterday was a really sad day for me. I had to put my bunny to sleep. I’ve had him for 12 years (which is unheard of in the bunny world). But he was old. He’s been blind for a few years and had other minor health problems. However, when he no longer had control of his hind legs, I realized it was time. A bunny who can’t hop or stand isn’t a happy bunny. It was to the point where he’d fall onto his side and couldn’t move back onto his tummy. He basically stayed in one place whether it was to eat, drink, or “go potty”. Anything else meant pulling himself along with his front paws.
I wished he could’ve gone on his own, but he was a stubborn bunny. Even the veterinarian had a hard time doing the deed because his skin was so tough it bent the needle. Darn bunny just didn’t want to go.
I questioned my decision over and over because I didn’t want to play God. However, the bedsores and urine scalding were enough for me to accept this wasn’t the quality of life he deserved. The veterinarian agreed. There wasn’t anything more we could’ve done for him. I have to keep reminding myself of that because I feel so guilty.
Have you ever had to go through the loss of a pet?