katt
Well-Known Member
i had somehow known from the day i got izabelle that i would be making this post. my sickly little girl, but as time went on and my attachment grew to her, i dreaded it.
now the dread is reality, and the world has lost one more truely wonderfull bunny.
as many people know izabelle was a spur of the moment rescue type thing. i had talked to a lady about some baby bunnies she had, one sounded like a dead look-a-like to my heart bunny trixie, and i wanted to go see her. what i found was 5 babies in a cage, around the age of 4 or 5 weeks old. the owners had little to no rabbit information, and were feeding these babies pellets and baby carrots. izabelle was the runt of the litter about 2/3 the size of the other babies, and extremly sickly looking. i knew instantly she was comming home with me.
2 days later, izabelle was in the vets, she had a sneeze and a click in her breathing. . . 2 different anti-biotics later we corrected that issue but was fighting nature. she simply wasn't gaining weight, and was losing more fur daily. she stopped growing 3 weeks after i got her, and although she was spunky, she simply wasn't right.
i worked today, and will admit, that besides checking her food and water and commenting about how it was time to change the litter box, i didn't pay any attention to her before leaving for work this morning. tonight when i got home i noticed nothing out of place, she was in her box in the cage (a common occurance), and i quickly left the house to go to the store. when i got back my roommate and i were putting away the food when i began to hear this terrible weezing noise, it was so loud that you could hear it across the apartment. . . we both knew instantly that it was izabelle. going over to her cage i picked her lifeless body up and held her for a short time until her life gave out. we are simply devestated.
there was a sweetness in her that i have never found in any of my previous rabbits. she loved to just cuddle with you, just curl right in and give you kisses till the end of time. she just seemed to love everything, and everybody. she would be out running around and by calling out "izabelle!" she would bound over to you, binkieing, the entire time till she reached you and smoothered you in kisses. she just loved life.
i know she is in a better place, i know i did everything i could have done, and sitting with her those final moments was more comfort then many rabbits will every get on their deathbed. but my heart is broken. i just sat there with my roommate by my side crying "i couldn't save her, i couldn't save her". so much of her death brought me straight back to trixie's death, and the lost feeling i had then. i won't lie and say that izabelle was a heart bunny of mine, i simply can't. but she ment so much to me. it hurts, it all just hurts so much.
good-bye my baby girl
now the dread is reality, and the world has lost one more truely wonderfull bunny.
as many people know izabelle was a spur of the moment rescue type thing. i had talked to a lady about some baby bunnies she had, one sounded like a dead look-a-like to my heart bunny trixie, and i wanted to go see her. what i found was 5 babies in a cage, around the age of 4 or 5 weeks old. the owners had little to no rabbit information, and were feeding these babies pellets and baby carrots. izabelle was the runt of the litter about 2/3 the size of the other babies, and extremly sickly looking. i knew instantly she was comming home with me.
2 days later, izabelle was in the vets, she had a sneeze and a click in her breathing. . . 2 different anti-biotics later we corrected that issue but was fighting nature. she simply wasn't gaining weight, and was losing more fur daily. she stopped growing 3 weeks after i got her, and although she was spunky, she simply wasn't right.
i worked today, and will admit, that besides checking her food and water and commenting about how it was time to change the litter box, i didn't pay any attention to her before leaving for work this morning. tonight when i got home i noticed nothing out of place, she was in her box in the cage (a common occurance), and i quickly left the house to go to the store. when i got back my roommate and i were putting away the food when i began to hear this terrible weezing noise, it was so loud that you could hear it across the apartment. . . we both knew instantly that it was izabelle. going over to her cage i picked her lifeless body up and held her for a short time until her life gave out. we are simply devestated.
there was a sweetness in her that i have never found in any of my previous rabbits. she loved to just cuddle with you, just curl right in and give you kisses till the end of time. she just seemed to love everything, and everybody. she would be out running around and by calling out "izabelle!" she would bound over to you, binkieing, the entire time till she reached you and smoothered you in kisses. she just loved life.
i know she is in a better place, i know i did everything i could have done, and sitting with her those final moments was more comfort then many rabbits will every get on their deathbed. but my heart is broken. i just sat there with my roommate by my side crying "i couldn't save her, i couldn't save her". so much of her death brought me straight back to trixie's death, and the lost feeling i had then. i won't lie and say that izabelle was a heart bunny of mine, i simply can't. but she ment so much to me. it hurts, it all just hurts so much.
good-bye my baby girl
