Saying goodbye to a beloved pet
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king loved you man.
Mobile Chicane said:
Aaaawww... 
Think of the good times. I'm sure there would have been many, since he looks like a 'proper' character.
Any stories to share?
Indeed he was a proper character, that's part of the reason I am so cut up about losing him. We adopted him when he was about 3 years old. He was a house rabbit for the first years of his life, living in a flat with a young family. They had to move and couldn't take him with them, so we offered to give him a new home.Think of the good times. I'm sure there would have been many, since he looks like a 'proper' character.
Any stories to share?
Because he was a house rabbit, he was totally 100% humanised. He was also a little hard of eye sight, he had slightly cloudy eyes, and although he could definitely see, we think that it might have been blurry or cloudy as he never really responded to visual stimulus.
We made him a large run and house in the garden, which he had free run of, and we would let him out into the garden whenever we could. He was such a great chap, never trying to escape, never being naughty, just enjoying rabbiting about in the garden.
He was never neutered, and so from spring to autumn each year he was just completely fueled by testosterone. So much so that he would take to humping peoples feet and legs like a dog might. To combat this, we got him a series of rabbit stuffed toys which he would defile on a daily basis.
He loved human attention and would come to you when you called him. Always wanted his nose stroked and loved to be picked up and cuddled. Nothing like any rabbit I had met before.
Every autumn he would start on his yearly quest to dig a warren for himself. Something which we tried to control to start with, but quickly gave up as every effort we made to stop him digging he would circumvent. He wasn't digging to escape, merely to make a winter home for himself. In the photo in the OP, you can see all the mud over the grass which he dug from this hole and spread around over his run, like a scene from the great escape.
To us he was like the trusty family dog. We buried him today in his favorite spot in the garden.
AKA PABS said:
Bye bye buster, RIP.
My cat of 16 year was PTS last Monday, and it does not embarrass me one bit to say it was heartbreaking.
Our cat also 16 was PTS Wednesday morning My cat of 16 year was PTS last Monday, and it does not embarrass me one bit to say it was heartbreaking.
Must be a bad week this week.
It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do :'(
My sympathies go out to both.
Thanks for the kind words all.
Buster had started to suffer from arthritis in his back legs over the last 12 months. We did all that we could for him, and he was happy enough although wasn't as spritely as he used to be.
Over the last two weeks his health really fell off the cliff to the point were he couldn't sit up or walk any more. He was still giving it his all, bless him, but yesterday and today he just started to give up and really struggle to move and breathe. We took him to the vets this morning and did the only thing that we could to help him.
As other said it was the single hardest thing that me and the Mrs have ever had to do. I held it together at the vets but fell to bits afterwards. Even more so when I had to tell the kids when they got home from school. At least they got to say goodbye, and he will always be in his favorite spot in the garden.
I feel a bit better after typing this all out. Thanks all.
Edited to add - he was about 9 years old, although we don't know exactly.
Buster had started to suffer from arthritis in his back legs over the last 12 months. We did all that we could for him, and he was happy enough although wasn't as spritely as he used to be.
Over the last two weeks his health really fell off the cliff to the point were he couldn't sit up or walk any more. He was still giving it his all, bless him, but yesterday and today he just started to give up and really struggle to move and breathe. We took him to the vets this morning and did the only thing that we could to help him.
As other said it was the single hardest thing that me and the Mrs have ever had to do. I held it together at the vets but fell to bits afterwards. Even more so when I had to tell the kids when they got home from school. At least they got to say goodbye, and he will always be in his favorite spot in the garden.
I feel a bit better after typing this all out. Thanks all.
Edited to add - he was about 9 years old, although we don't know exactly.
That was my little girl Alice, she was a rescue cat having spent the first 4 years of her life being abused, it took years of work to bring her out of her shell. I was rewarded with the loyalist pet you could have hoped for.
Hope that time is helping the OP, I'm finding that now I am remembering all the good things. Looking through her photos saw this and thought I would share with the community.
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