In February I shared a post about Misty, our pet rabbit. She was diagnosed with cancer. We opted for palliative care and kept a sharp eye on her. On Sunday I woke to see that she was incontinent, her breathing was rapid, and she could hardly move. It was obvious that she was in pain, and waiting until her vet appointment two days hence would cause needless suffering. So we cried and loved on her and took her to the emergency vet, where we cried some more and let her go.
The house feels empty. This little furball shaped our lives for seven years. She got us through Covid, middle and high school, the physical changes of my kiddo's puberty, and she was sweet and soft the entire time. She had a spicy personality and liked her autonomy. We learned to love and laugh at her "fuck you" kicks that sometimes followed if we did something she disliked.
And that bun loved her fresh food -- especially bananas, pears, and apples. But veggies too.
Our house is full of tears and good memories.
