Thank you Popsicles and JBun.
The evening she passed, I was about go to the vet to ask for some stronger pain killer (before their close time), so you can guess her final hours weren't peaceful at all. When she was seen earlier in June, the vet mentioned several ways we could handle her situation, and I am recalling he was mentioning narcotic pain control or even palliative/hospice care.
I shouldn't have gotten her to the point when her problems became so bad. Seems like she chose to be gone when she refused to be eating in May, well she would die from stasis which is for sure no fun, but at the end of June she had all sorts of other problems + finally stasis. I have a feeling that meloxidyl I was squeezing into her mouth was staying in her mouth without getting into her stomach and bloodstream. I tried to give it the same time as critical care, but at the end she didn't eat critical care well.
I hope she is in bunny heaven where the weather is always great and lots of delicious things to eat and she re-united with her deceased loved ones.
I remember the four of them were sitting under the deck on a warm day probably in April and I brought some dandelion flowers for them. They were so cute, sitting in a row: one brown rabbit, one broken white, another brown and then another broken white. I should have a picture I took back then because of how very cute they were with dandelion flowers in front of them. but I am not sure how to find it.
Even though she was very independent and stubborn, she was gentle at the same time. Never bit me, even towards the end. Usually when she didn't like me to mess with her, she would bite me very slightly and then lick me.
She let us treat her when she had a bad case of fly strike (recalling buying manuka honey $50/jar and taking her to laser therapy - my mom suggested she should mail me a hammer). Ticks I removed from her ears using lice comb that we have from time my kiddo had lice. She was a mom once, long ago, and she was a great one! never harmed any of her kits and took a good care of them. She gave birth in an underground burrow in the yard and we didn't learn about them until probably 3 weeks of age! (this is when FooFoo and Paul were born, and they were so very cute, they were smaller than my palm)
But now her time is over. Good bye my sweet Thumperina. Love you and miss you.