I got the phone call today from mum to find out our oldest bunny had to be put down. Tinkerbell was our second ever rabbit. We bought her from a pet shop as a little determined ball of fur who decided she owned the house. She was spoilt rotten and had the run of the house as well as her own double storey hutch. As the later rabbits moved in, she took them under her wing with a few nips or two and provided company to both Squidley when Shadow passed, and Thyme when Pebbles passed.
Today mum found her unable to move her legs, and booked a vet appointment after upping her joint meds to see if it would help. When we got to the vets, the diagnosis was that over the nine years of her life, she had just stretched and worn her ligaments until they couldn't support her weight any more so the decision was made to pts. It was very sudden as yesterday she was happily running around in the garden.
A month ago
A year ago in the snow