I made the decision yesterday to euthanize our rabbit Violet. She had lost nearly a pound in the past few months and stopped eating Wednesday night. She was quite the elderly rabbit at 11 years old.
Violet curled up with her favorite person, Steve:
Steve and I took Violet in to live with us in January of 2010. I convinced the previous owner to give her over to me. That previous owner was abusive to her, which I suspect led to a lifelong mistrust of women. Violet never much liked me, but I was amused by her difficult temperament, and Steve's kind and gentle presence in her life was a real blessing for her.
This is the fifth time I've had to make the decision to euthanize a rabbit. It doesn't get any easier, but I do feel confident I did the best I could for her.
She was a troublemaker, occasional biter, and grumpy beyond all reason. The world just doesn't feel right without her scowling at me from her condo.
