AmandaCat
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I lost Louie early yesterday morning. My heart is absolutely shattered; he was only three years old. I just need to get out everything that happened.
I noticed Sunday evening he wasn’t eating and was hunched, but it looked like he had recent poop in the litter box. I gave him simethicone and belly massages and went to sleep, setting alarms to check on him through the night. I’ve helped him through little bouts of stasis before. I woke up at midnight and he was still hunched, but I decided to check on him later to see if he would start eating. At 2:00 am he was in the same spot, so I gave him simethicone, water, and belly massages. Whenever I put him down, he wouldn’t even move. I massaged him until 3:00, then gave him another dose of simethicone and some critical care, and when he still wouldn’t move I called the vet and drove him in. It was thunder storming like crazy.
I got there and called to check in (they’re curbside), as they said it could be up to an hour. The vet called me right back, and as she was talking Louie started jumping around in the carrier. I told her this, and she told me to come in. When I went in she let him out and picked him up and told me to wait while she walked away.
She came back and brought me into a room and said, “He’s crashing. Do you want me to do CPR or do you want to hold him in your arms?” I asked if that would save him, and she said no. I sat and held him and she talked to me and listened to his heart, and she told me when he finally went just a few minutes later. My parents came and picked me up, and we went home and found a nice spot for him where he used to like to run.
I thought I found him in the beginning stages of stasis, but it turned out to be the end stage unless it just progressed very quickly. I’ve been racking my brain trying to remember if I fed him breakfast on Sunday; he usually jumps up and begs for his breakfast in the morning, and I don’t think he did. If I had fed him, I would have noticed he wasn’t eating right away. He didn’t beg for treats all day either. Why didn’t I notice???
I’m so angry at myself. I feel so guilty. I couldn’t eat all yesterday and got sick a few times. I took yesterday and today off work. Please pray for me.
He was such an amazing bunny. He never got scared or upset; he was so sweet and loved head and cheek rubs. When he would get excited with zoomies, one ear would go up. He used to jump on my bed with me. I used to take him to work and he was so good with the kids. I miss him so much. All I want to do is feed him and rub his cheeks.
Goodbye, Louie. I’m so grateful for the short time I had with you. Love you, bud.
I noticed Sunday evening he wasn’t eating and was hunched, but it looked like he had recent poop in the litter box. I gave him simethicone and belly massages and went to sleep, setting alarms to check on him through the night. I’ve helped him through little bouts of stasis before. I woke up at midnight and he was still hunched, but I decided to check on him later to see if he would start eating. At 2:00 am he was in the same spot, so I gave him simethicone, water, and belly massages. Whenever I put him down, he wouldn’t even move. I massaged him until 3:00, then gave him another dose of simethicone and some critical care, and when he still wouldn’t move I called the vet and drove him in. It was thunder storming like crazy.
I got there and called to check in (they’re curbside), as they said it could be up to an hour. The vet called me right back, and as she was talking Louie started jumping around in the carrier. I told her this, and she told me to come in. When I went in she let him out and picked him up and told me to wait while she walked away.
She came back and brought me into a room and said, “He’s crashing. Do you want me to do CPR or do you want to hold him in your arms?” I asked if that would save him, and she said no. I sat and held him and she talked to me and listened to his heart, and she told me when he finally went just a few minutes later. My parents came and picked me up, and we went home and found a nice spot for him where he used to like to run.
I thought I found him in the beginning stages of stasis, but it turned out to be the end stage unless it just progressed very quickly. I’ve been racking my brain trying to remember if I fed him breakfast on Sunday; he usually jumps up and begs for his breakfast in the morning, and I don’t think he did. If I had fed him, I would have noticed he wasn’t eating right away. He didn’t beg for treats all day either. Why didn’t I notice???
I’m so angry at myself. I feel so guilty. I couldn’t eat all yesterday and got sick a few times. I took yesterday and today off work. Please pray for me.
He was such an amazing bunny. He never got scared or upset; he was so sweet and loved head and cheek rubs. When he would get excited with zoomies, one ear would go up. He used to jump on my bed with me. I used to take him to work and he was so good with the kids. I miss him so much. All I want to do is feed him and rub his cheeks.
Goodbye, Louie. I’m so grateful for the short time I had with you. Love you, bud.
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