I was looking back at my blog, and I saw I hadn’t posted this here. I’m retroactively posting it for that time.
Mr. Rabbit has died. I wish I could say it was peacefully. I kept my hands on him until he was gone, so that he was not alone in those final moments. It breaks my heart.
We brought him to the vet in a rush, as I wasn’t sure he’d be around tomorrow. He’s thin. He’s so fluffy I hadn’t noticed, but he’s just bones really. His temperature was so low the vet couldn’t check it. He’s had a round of fluids, and some antibiotics.
It didn’t help. It was too little, too late. I don’t think he was even conscious at the end. God, I hope he wasn’t. It was a horrible end. It looked agonizing. All I could do was hang onto him as he failed.
It’s been months (this is being posted from 2019), and this memory still makes me flinch hard. Still brings tears to my eyes.
Mr Rabbit, I’m so sorry the end took you like that.