Rosiebug rabbit is getting thinner each week. She’s .. 13? 14? at this point, which for a rabbit of her size is incredibly old. She’s reached the point where she doesn’t run anymore, and turning doesn’t always work out, she slips sometimes. She sleeps a lot.
Recently she stopped eating the lettuce and carrot bits we’d bring her, and she pays little attention to the contents of her food bowl, even the stuff she used to be quite enthusiastic about.
Today while we were outside I picked a bit of clover and some buttercups and dropped them in her space. She came over right away and started eating them!
I forsee a lot more of that .. soon. I know our remaining time together is short, but I intensely wish for those moments to be filled with happiness.
There are quiet stirrings of grief impending, I keep them at bay with bright moments and simple kindnesses.. as well as I can.