My beloved indoor rabbit died so suddenly, no warning, he seemed healthy the day before.
I found him slumped in his hutch and I completely panicked, ran out of the room and started screaming for my husband. He came rushing into the room and picked him up and he seemed alert in his arms. He put him on our bed while he got dressed (we were both getting ready for work before this) I sat next to our rabbit and rang an emergency vet as it was really early, I stroked his head a little bit but I was desperately trying to get through to a vet as I thought he might be okay if we took him there.
During the phone call my rabbit seemed to have had some kind of fit or seizure, at the time I was thinking he was just trying to kick out his back legs but looking back I think it was probably a fit.
After the phone call I rushed out to get dressed so I could drive him to the vet and in that time he died. My husband and our other pet (they loved each other) were with him as he passed.
I'm so upset about the way I acted , why did I freeze up when I initially found him? Why did I rush to get dressed , if I had waited I could have stroked and cuddled him as he died. I keep seeing the imagine of him dying in my mind and I'm so upset about it. He was 8 years old so I know he was an old rabbit but I keep beating myself up thinking I should have known he was ill.
I don't know why I'm writing this here or what i'm trying to gain from this post but I'm feel so awful.
I know some people won't understand but my pets are like family to me.