JAK Rabbitry
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And its partially my fault. I should have done more.
I had a french lop suffering from terrible eye problems for a long time. I tried treating him and took him to the vet and nothing helped. It just got worse and worse until his eyes sealed shut, and he was blinded, and his fur would fall out in large clumps and he would hop all funny. I thought it was time to let him go.
I had him in an outside hutch that held three rabbits. I kept a frenchie on each end. The sick one on the left, and one who was perfectly fine on the right.
You'll have to forgive me, for being raised a country girl. And not having the money to go to the vet for a proper euthanization. But I figure this way....they don't even feel the pinch of a needle. And then they sleep. I've had to shoot some bunnies in the past, and I just can't do it anymore. I counted on my friend Matt, a fell rabbit lover and farm boy. He was stopping over later that day to drop off some stuff for his own rabbit I was caring for, who was ill. I asked if he would help me, and he agreed.
He asked which one, I told him in that hutch there, on the left side, with the pink bottle.
It was dark, and when he walked past I didn't really look, but in that lighting you couldn't tell a chestnut from an opal anyways I supposed. I didn't want to look. Matt carried him away into a quiet placei nthe pasture. And my heart sank. I heard a shot, and I knew Opie's suffering was over. I had done all I could for him.
The next morning I go outside to feed the horses....and Bubba's cage door is wide open. Oh no I thought....he escaped. But he has in the past and usually he doesn't move more than 10 feet. I couldn't find him. Then it hit me. I checked both hutches.... Opie, the suffering lop, was still int here suffering. And Bubba was gone.
I wanted to throw up. the shot I had heard had taken away the frenchie love of my life. The very first French lop I'd ever had . The one I rescued for $12 from a meat market, and came home to win RIS at the PA Convention 2 years later. People offered my money for him, and wanted babies from him, but I would never sell. And I had sold all his babies.
I hate Matt. I hate that he's 23 years old and never learned left from right. Though I blame myself because I knew this....I KNEW THIS!! I knew MATT DOESNT KNOW LEFT FROM RIGHT AND I EXPECTED HIM TO! And I am being SOOOO serious that he honestly does not know!!! He has to stop and think which side of the car he drives on. So I always say ''Driver's side'' or ''Passenger side'' instead of left and right. I should have, I should have, If I'd only....
Or If I'd just gotten the rabbit for him. Which I didn't want to do because it would make me feel so much worse..... but if I'd only ...
Bubba would still be here. I feel so so sick and awful. This rabbit wasn't supposed to die! He was old but nothing more! He was fine!
He was fine...
And Matt took him from me because he's a dumbtard!
I immediately called him and I only got his voicemail. The things I said.... would have made a sailor cringe. The things I said.... Or didn't say..... He would still be alive if only I had spoken up.
I don't even have very many pictures of him..... But he's gone and buried and I never even said goodbye because it wasn't supposed to be him!
I'm starting to think it should have been me. I feel like being shot.
The death of a bunny has not hit me this hard in a long long time. I was very attached to Bubba. I'd had him for so long....I just can't imagine bunnyness without him now.
I had a french lop suffering from terrible eye problems for a long time. I tried treating him and took him to the vet and nothing helped. It just got worse and worse until his eyes sealed shut, and he was blinded, and his fur would fall out in large clumps and he would hop all funny. I thought it was time to let him go.
I had him in an outside hutch that held three rabbits. I kept a frenchie on each end. The sick one on the left, and one who was perfectly fine on the right.
You'll have to forgive me, for being raised a country girl. And not having the money to go to the vet for a proper euthanization. But I figure this way....they don't even feel the pinch of a needle. And then they sleep. I've had to shoot some bunnies in the past, and I just can't do it anymore. I counted on my friend Matt, a fell rabbit lover and farm boy. He was stopping over later that day to drop off some stuff for his own rabbit I was caring for, who was ill. I asked if he would help me, and he agreed.
He asked which one, I told him in that hutch there, on the left side, with the pink bottle.
It was dark, and when he walked past I didn't really look, but in that lighting you couldn't tell a chestnut from an opal anyways I supposed. I didn't want to look. Matt carried him away into a quiet placei nthe pasture. And my heart sank. I heard a shot, and I knew Opie's suffering was over. I had done all I could for him.
The next morning I go outside to feed the horses....and Bubba's cage door is wide open. Oh no I thought....he escaped. But he has in the past and usually he doesn't move more than 10 feet. I couldn't find him. Then it hit me. I checked both hutches.... Opie, the suffering lop, was still int here suffering. And Bubba was gone.
I wanted to throw up. the shot I had heard had taken away the frenchie love of my life. The very first French lop I'd ever had . The one I rescued for $12 from a meat market, and came home to win RIS at the PA Convention 2 years later. People offered my money for him, and wanted babies from him, but I would never sell. And I had sold all his babies.
I hate Matt. I hate that he's 23 years old and never learned left from right. Though I blame myself because I knew this....I KNEW THIS!! I knew MATT DOESNT KNOW LEFT FROM RIGHT AND I EXPECTED HIM TO! And I am being SOOOO serious that he honestly does not know!!! He has to stop and think which side of the car he drives on. So I always say ''Driver's side'' or ''Passenger side'' instead of left and right. I should have, I should have, If I'd only....
Or If I'd just gotten the rabbit for him. Which I didn't want to do because it would make me feel so much worse..... but if I'd only ...
Bubba would still be here. I feel so so sick and awful. This rabbit wasn't supposed to die! He was old but nothing more! He was fine!
He was fine...
And Matt took him from me because he's a dumbtard!
I immediately called him and I only got his voicemail. The things I said.... would have made a sailor cringe. The things I said.... Or didn't say..... He would still be alive if only I had spoken up.
I don't even have very many pictures of him..... But he's gone and buried and I never even said goodbye because it wasn't supposed to be him!
I'm starting to think it should have been me. I feel like being shot.
The death of a bunny has not hit me this hard in a long long time. I was very attached to Bubba. I'd had him for so long....I just can't imagine bunnyness without him now.
