I think it was heart failure. It was very peaceful, very quick, and he was not alone.
Stephen is out in the pet’s resting place, digging a new hole.
Hannah is with her friends at the country fair. She predicted that this would happen when she was gone, and I don’t think she’ll take any satisfaction in having been right.
I’m really going to miss that little rabbit.
Rex is binkying with Peanut at the Rainbow Bridge.
We love you, little man. And we’ll miss you a lot.
In total: over thirty-six hours on the road, over 2,000 miles of highway covered, and approximately three hundred bugs smashed on my windshield. I arrived home for good on Friday night around nine o’clock, and hopped up on several runs to Tim Horton’s (what? they just don’t have them this far south) I proceeded to stay awake until 2 am. It gave me time to catch up on my 1,000+ feeds on my Google Reader. I may or may not invest far too much of my time online.
But since then, I really haven’t spent much time online. Evidently, after you’re gone for a whole week, when you get back your family really wants to spend time with you and stuff. Imagine that. I haven’t even had the time to get the photos of the monastery off of my camera yet. That’s somewhere near the top of the list of my dozen or so things to do this week.
And now my rabbit is sick. Really sick.
And I’m just trying to roll with the punches.
He’s 9 1/2 years old, and has been in declining health since January. But up until this morning, he was a very happy bunny, eating, pooping, and running around like usual.
I found when I came home from work. He’s laying next to his food dish, still mostly full of last night’s pellets. His breathing is somewhat labored, though he doesn’t appear to be stressed. His whole body is chilled, and he looks as though he’s sunk in on himself. Occasionally, he’ll dip his head into his water dish to drink, but that’s it.
I’m not sure what to do, but my gut tells me that this could really, truly be the end. A stressful, forty-minute drive to the vet would only make things that much worse, I think.
I just pray his passing, if it comes today, is peaceful. It’s been almost exactly a year since his mate, Peanut, died.
