gentle giants
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I know many of you have seen my post in the Infirmary about Sammy being ill. I think I can handle posting here now, I just didn't feel I could handle it in the first couple of days.
On Wednesday evening, July 23, Sammy very abruptly became ill. We discovered that he had a large mass in his chest that was compressing his lungs and making breathing difficult. Unfortunatly, it grew so fast that on Thursday evening, despite being on oxygen and all the vet's efforts, he passed over the Bridge.
Sammy was born here on my place November 6 2005, the son of Bang's Benjamin and Russell's Lacey. He was a timid soul, who appreciated having his face rubbed so long as you weren't picking him up and carrying him around. He lived for food, coming in with a treat in hand would have him almost literaly climbing up my chest. He looked very much like his father Ben, who I lost earlier this year. It feels almost like losing Ben all over again, because when I lost him I thought, at least I still have his son. Now the only Flemish I have left is Big Mama, and even though I have a lot of other rabbits, it still feels empty without my big grey bunnies. A friend of mine went with me to pick Sammy up from the vet's office, I was unable to drive. I felt bad for Dr. Drake too, he was there until something like 8:30 that night, what with Sammy and another couple that had to pts their 13 year old cat.
On Wednesday evening, July 23, Sammy very abruptly became ill. We discovered that he had a large mass in his chest that was compressing his lungs and making breathing difficult. Unfortunatly, it grew so fast that on Thursday evening, despite being on oxygen and all the vet's efforts, he passed over the Bridge.
Sammy was born here on my place November 6 2005, the son of Bang's Benjamin and Russell's Lacey. He was a timid soul, who appreciated having his face rubbed so long as you weren't picking him up and carrying him around. He lived for food, coming in with a treat in hand would have him almost literaly climbing up my chest. He looked very much like his father Ben, who I lost earlier this year. It feels almost like losing Ben all over again, because when I lost him I thought, at least I still have his son. Now the only Flemish I have left is Big Mama, and even though I have a lot of other rabbits, it still feels empty without my big grey bunnies. A friend of mine went with me to pick Sammy up from the vet's office, I was unable to drive. I felt bad for Dr. Drake too, he was there until something like 8:30 that night, what with Sammy and another couple that had to pts their 13 year old cat.
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