This weekend my bunny got very sick with what I thought was gas pain or mild bloating. I right away began giving him lots of belly rubs to get his gut working (which seemed to be improving his condition). I even purchased some infacol (medication for infants to help with colic that can be given to rabbits to help with gas pain) but didn't give it to him because he really seemed to be doing much better.

Last night he presented a new symptom which just seemed like hiccups so I didn't worry too much ( I thought maybe my belly rubs were doing that). He also seemed to sound like he had a snuffly nose so I thought maybe he had caught a sort of "rabbit-cold" and had plans to take him to the vet this morning.

This morning, he had taken a turn for the worse. He couldn't keep his balance, was heavily grinding his teeth and he seemed to have like... maybe had a seizure in the night during which he peed and somehow got it outside of the kennel we had him in to keep an eye on him (he's usually in a very large open space).

I know rabbits don't tend to show their symptoms until the very last minute so this morning I knew he actually hadn't been getting better and that this morning was it for him. We had plans to take him into the vet to get euthanized so he could be relieved of his pain but before I could get going, he stopped moving and passed.

I'm broken-hearted. He was the coolest bunny. He always wanted to be a part of the action and would hop around the barn whenever the chores were being done. In the summer, he spent his days lounging in the garden either sleeping, eating grass (and not the veggies oddly enough) or helping my mother plow the dirt. He was very chill and always wanted to socialize be it with the cats, the dog, the horses or us. He got so many snuggles and had so many fans in my mother's little horseback riders that she teaches lessons to. Everyone loved him. If you knew him, you would too. He was so goofy; his name being Tibbers but his nickname being Donald due to his half lop, half lionhead genes giving him head/neck fur that was much longer than the rest making him look like he had a toupee.

I'm not sure how much his passing will affect my artwork but with any luck, it won't affect it much.
I'm at my fulltime job trying not to cry so it's a little weird but when I'm at home, I can draw and cry at the same time if I so choose.

I'm tortured by the thought that maybe I could have done more but didn't, but at the very least, he got lots of cuddle time in his last few days with us. He was warm, he had food+water, got lots of massages and hopefully felt safe.

Rest in peace, little buddy. You will be very missed.