Sigh.
Well, I haven't updated in awhile because life has been hectic, but it seems unavoidable now. Molly passed away last night.
She had been fighting pneumonia for a few days and was getting worse. Just as I made the decision to take her on one last trip to the vet, she died in the car on the way. It was a terrible way to go and I'm having a very difficult time with it.
Today, I'm disinfecting the rabbit room (well, now Gus's room) and keeping a close watch on Gus to make sure he doesn't get sick. After losing three buns in the past year I honestly could not stand to lose a fourth. It's ironic, because I really don't care for Gus all that much and it's clear that he hates me, but losing him would be the end of me having rabbits, like, EVER. So far they seem to be far too delicate for my taste and I really need Gus to prove me wrong. I need him to live longer than four years because if he goes way too far before his time just like the others then I will never have a rabbit again, and I'm rather fond of rabbits.
I did go through the thoughts of whether I should even keep Gus now that Molly's gone. Considering I almost rehomed him a few weeks ago, but changed my mind because I was sure he and Molly would be happy together, it seemed to be a logical course of action. But, I've decide to keep the little jerk.
After Molly passed last night, I brought Gus downstairs and sat with him on my lap, and we had a little chat. I said: Look, Gus, you don't like me, and I don't like you. But here we are stuck with each other whether we like it or not, so we may as well make the best of it. Listen, let's make a deal. I'll spoil you rotten, give you everything you could ever want and more. You have a room to yourself, all the veggies you could eat, and three litterboxes. Hear me, Gus? I said THREE litterboxes, just for you. All I ask in return is that you be a teensy weensy bit nicer. I mean, you don't have to lick me or cuddle with me, but you're going to have to give a little.
I think he understood.