Mr. Chewie Biteums passed away Tuesday evening. He’d been home from the vet a little over twenty four hours.
I’m not really even sure what to say. He was a good bunny rabbit. He should have been able to enjoy his life happily doing bunny rabbit things. He didn’t deserve all of the horrible crap life threw at him – the abuse and abandonment, all of the life-threatening illnesses, the constant medications and feedings and shuttling to the vet in an oxygen tank.
He was loved, though! At least he had that. My husband adored him and did everything humanly possible to give him a good life. In the end, he sacrificed a lot in order to care for him properly. Baby loved him. She probably doesn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in her life, grooming her and sharing his food. As Alex says, Chewie was everything to her – brother, father, mate. Shelly was also completely besotted with him – to the point that it was odd, really, because she is a cat. I loved him too. He was my cereal eating buddy. According to Chewie, I always had cereal or granola or a tasty cracker to share. I will miss being mobbed for a bite of Clif Bar. I will miss how he’d snuggle into my lap after a bath.
Even people who never met Chewie in person, people who never got to touch the oh-so-impossibly soft fur or have him gently take a treat from their fingers, they loved him, too. It’s amazing how many people this beautiful brown bunny touched in his life.
He’s out of pain now. He never has to deal with another pill or another syringe full of Critical Care. But,as selfish as it may sound, we still miss our bunny.
The blog may be even quieter than usual for a while.