bun-mommy
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I had to put my poor bunny boy Roy down the morning of Christmas Eve. The night before, I held him in my arms for a couple of hours. His breathing had gotten real bad and I had no idea how to help him. He was barely eating and when he would he had to be hand fed and helped to drink. He couldn't support himself, or even hold his head up. Then that morning came and my boy was on his side and there was blood coming out of his nose. He looked miserable and in pain. He wasn't the same rabbit, I could see it in his eyes. We drove down to the vets and Roy is now hopping in bunny heaven. I miss him so much. :hearts: I wish things had ended differently, but Roy's 7.5 years with me gave me so much joy. Rest in peace, my buddy.ray:
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