Today, we euthanized Buster. He seemed to be having difficultly hopping, and it was becoming apparent that things were beginning to shut down. Steve and I agreed it was time. So, I made an appointment with our vet for this afternoon.
(click here to read my recent post about his condition)
I arrived home from work to find Steve waiting for me, petting Buster and feeding him raisins (he loved his treats until the very end). We went together to the vet. Steve's an amazing man. Of course, Buster was as much his as mine.
I was relieved that he didn't suffer much. When we had to euthanize our rabbit Kuipo awhile back, she had a very rough night before I could get her to the vet. I didn't want that to happen again, so Steve and I watched Buster very carefully, trying to find the proper time (since we knew his death from cancer was inevitable). And I think we got the timing right. He didn't suffer, but it was clear that it would be downhill from here and he didn't have long left.
We got Buster in 2003. He was 8 weeks old at the time. He died today at age 8. It is bizarre not having him around. He was such a fixture in our lives. He was our very first rabbit. He had a large repertoire of words he seemed to understand. And he adored us. Right to the end, begging to be petted.
(click here to see my post when he turned 5, which has the first picture taken of little Buster, as a baby bunny)
I know we did the right thing at the right time, and I'm grateful that things worked out that way. It's just hard.
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2 comments:
Sorry to hear about Buster's passing. I remember taking our dog in for the same reason. It is comforting when you reflect on it years later to know that what you did was the right thing for a loved pet.
Carolyn
I know you'll miss him greatly, but it seem like you gave him a good life.
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