Years ago, when my husband and I finally had a house with a garden after years of renting crummy flats, we bought a rabbit to celebrate.
That sodding rabbit was there with us through all our house moves. He was there through all our infertility problems. Finally, he was there through our entire adoption process and has been our beautiful child’s pet for the last 2 years. He has taught her how to be gentle and she adores feeding him and stroking him. He has provided her with hours of excitement.
The time has come for the old boy to be put down. He has been ill (all elderly rabbit related) for some time and the vet can do nothing. He is in pain with arthritis (barely hops) and has now decided to stop cleaning himself. I can’t bear seeing him so miserable. Next week he will be hopping off to the sky.
I have cried on and off for weeks about this because I knew the end was nigh.
I would always have been upset but I think I feel it more because he has been such a gorgeous living thing, so gentle and he has been there through so many different difficult times. But most of all, through the adoption of our beautiful daughter. I have a special bond with that rabbit because of that.
I also hate that I’m having to make the decision to put him down. I’d rather he made his own choice on that!!
People don’t quite get why I’m so upset about this pet but I figured that the adoption board ladies would! 