I think the hardest part of all this - is that an hour before he died - I weighed him and took photos. When I saw he was almost 1/2 the weight of the runt - I was going, 'Way to go Cyrano...you can make it after all. I'm so proud of you.'
I put him back down in the pen and he flicked me off - and then turned around and winked at me.
A few minutes later - I was letting the dogs in - so I made sure to put him IN the dishpan with some other bunnies (inside the pen) so he wouldn't escape through the pen bars.
We don't know whether another bunny jumped in and gave him injuries - or if it was just his time to go. Art came home - looked at the babies in the pen and picked him up saying that he was laying funny and having problems.
I couldn't be near him near the end...it was too hard. Art snuggled with him in our bedroom. When I finally got up the courage to make myself go be there....he had passed. I wasn't sure because Art was still rubbing his ears and talking to him...but he was gone.
I finally really had started to believe he'd make it.
I'll do his RB thread later - when I can pull myself together and do his pictures and stuff. I did look at his last photos - he was so cute...