gentle giants
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Yesterday I made the decision to send Ben across the Bridge. Even knowing he was in pain, that he was going to go anyway even if I didn't make this decision, I feel so horribly guilty. I have had to make this decision before, and the horrible guilt is one of the worst parts.
I keep thinking, did I rush it too much? Should I mabye have gotten more/better painkillers and let him live a little longer? He was still taking treats, but I could go in there when it was quiet in the house and someitmes hear him grinding his teeth, and at teh same time he would be breathing faster than normal, and I know that had to be pain causing that.
I have known/owneda lot of rabbits in my time, whether they were rescues, ones I bought to breed/show, or just pets. But I have to say, I think I was closest to Ben. He was always my true heart bunny, and it is from him thatI got my love of Flemish Giants. To me, he will always be THE example of what makes the breed wonderful. I will never foget him laying his chin on my belly and blinking those huge brown eyes at me begging for ear rubs. His favorite was when I would massage the base of his ears, he would close his eyes and tooth purr. And when I would scratch that special itchy spot on his back, he would start flicking his tongue and licking or nibbling anything that was in front of him. I got a couple of good baths that way.
He is buried in a shady spot on the bank of the little creek that runs along our property, right next to Lady that I lost recently. I think he would have liked it there.
I keep thinking, did I rush it too much? Should I mabye have gotten more/better painkillers and let him live a little longer? He was still taking treats, but I could go in there when it was quiet in the house and someitmes hear him grinding his teeth, and at teh same time he would be breathing faster than normal, and I know that had to be pain causing that.
I have known/owneda lot of rabbits in my time, whether they were rescues, ones I bought to breed/show, or just pets. But I have to say, I think I was closest to Ben. He was always my true heart bunny, and it is from him thatI got my love of Flemish Giants. To me, he will always be THE example of what makes the breed wonderful. I will never foget him laying his chin on my belly and blinking those huge brown eyes at me begging for ear rubs. His favorite was when I would massage the base of his ears, he would close his eyes and tooth purr. And when I would scratch that special itchy spot on his back, he would start flicking his tongue and licking or nibbling anything that was in front of him. I got a couple of good baths that way.
He is buried in a shady spot on the bank of the little creek that runs along our property, right next to Lady that I lost recently. I think he would have liked it there.