This week we found out George had cancer. Long story. Basically we had something ELSE happen.. which in retrospect may have been related to the cancer... had to take her to the ER vet on Tuesday morning, then for follow-up care at a regular vet right after who felt the tumor. We talked about our options but it had metastasized already so the best thing we could do for her is take her home and spoil her until her time was up. Weeks to months, they said. They gave me bunny Tylenol.
I had a housecall vet come by on Friday to help me understand everything better, aka how can we tell when she's in pain? She gave me some special food to get her eating again and said by the end of the weekend hopefully she'd be eating on her own and we'd be good for days to weeks. (!) She gave me bunny morphine.
Georgie encouraged us a little.. ate some greens, ate a blueberry, attacked a carrot, let me get a bunch of the special food in her... but by Saturday afternoon she wasn't breathing all that well. I called the vet and she came by to put Georgie to sleep. First the morphine, then the valium, then the phenobarbital straight into the heart. I had never had to euthanize a pet before... It was an awful, awful decision to make, and the vet would not make it for me, so it was OURS. Tough. What I decided was that I would not want to live if I were gasping for breath and there were no hope of that getting better. It was going to continue going downhill and I didn't want to stretch out her suffering.
Anyway, so that sucked. From two healthy rabbits one week to one widower rabbit the next. I feel so bad for Thumper. I think he's lonesome.. I could be projecting, but it seems to me that he is not his usual self. He was getting so comfortable here, hopping around, flopping over on his side, asking for affection.. Now he's mostly been hiding.
The one good thing that happened this week is that I finished school. Totally. It's been a bad few weeks, but at least I have that headache out of the way.