Last Saturday when I went to feed, and water my rabbits I decided it was a good day to take everyone out, check nails, let them run around in the run, ect. It had been raining a lot that week, and I recently started school, so I was happy to finally get to take out all the buns and have some bonding time. My rabbits hutches are set up in a sort-of horse shoe shape, and on the end was Augustus. Lately he had been acting a little off. He wasn't eating as much, and I couldn't tell if he was because the rain would soak his food and then it would expand so I couldn't tell if he was eating at all. He also didn't come up to see me like he always did. I had so much on my mind that I didn't think about anything that was going on, so I just would pet his face then close the cage, and on to the next bun. I was excited to get Gus out because I assumed for whatever reason that he was depressed. Then I got him out, set him down on my show table, and started to run my hand along his back. He was all bony, clearly he wasn't eating. I guess it never really clicked until then. I couldn't tell if he had been eating or drinking, he was eating his timothy, but then he stopped eating that a day or two before. I got scared because he looked healthy, but didn't feel or act healthy. So I went and got my mom to see if she knew what to do. I found an old medicine spoon thing, and got a bowl of water, while my mom called a vet. Gus was hopping around the run, and looked okay, except his gums were pale, and he got tired fast. I made him drink water, and he spent the night in my room, so I could give him water regularly. It looked like there could be some hope when I actually got him to drink water out of the medicine spoon. I asked a breeder I know if she knew what was wrong, and she said that he most likely had a hairball, and how I should treat him. We did everything, tried everything. Then I was going to let Gus run in the run a bit Sunday night. Right as I pulled up to the run and started to open the carrier he started freaking out, so I picked him up. He died in my arms. I couldn't control my tears. I hysterically cried for 20 minutes before I could even 'call' my house to tell my parents. That phone call was mostly my sobbing with a few words in between sobs. I held him in my arms for so long, too long. We found a nice box, dug a hole, and buried him out back. Close to his family. We're still not quite sure what caused his stomach problems, but now he may be at peace. I miss you Augustus.
'I'm so grateful for our little infinity.'
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