Janna Galaxy
Young Bun
Hello,
I suddenly last Monday lost the love of my life Atlantis. He was fine last Friday, and then on Saturday, I found him looking sad. I couldn't get him to the hospital because of problems. I fed him and give him water. I let him sleep in my bed on Saturday night. On sunday I didn't stay at church long and rushed out after half hour as I couldn't bare to leave Lannie on his own.
Monday I thought he was getting better, his eyes were open alot more but he was still very quiet. When I let him out he just ran out into the passage which is very dark and curled up. He didn't even follow me. I was out of my flat at 8:45, I got to the vets then refered to the pdsa hospital. I didn't have an appointment and I was told that I'd have to wait until 5pm. I didn't care. I'd wait all day. I'd do anything for my Lannie, I was his Colonel Sheppard and Dr. Weir (a reference to stargate) rolled into one. I'd do anything for MY Atlantis.
The receptionist realised I was serious and I waited a few minutes and I was called in. The vet examined him and said..."He's very weak." and I was told he would be best to be put to sleep but I said "NO!" quickly and asked if there was anything else that could be done. I was told they could try and see if they can see if his teeth are playing up again. But because he was weak and lost alot of weight there was little chance of him pulling through. I wanted him to have a fighting chance. So I was told to bring him back tomorrow morning and they'd do it.
I left the hospital feeling determined. I walked down to the bus stop sat on the grass with Lannie. I looked into his carrier....he'd fainted. He was on his side and his breahing wasn't good. I rushed back into the hospital crying. They took him off me striaght away. A minute later, the vet called me in and I was told he wasn't going to live out the night, and that it would be best if he was put to sleep.
I cried and looked at Lannie. He looked so sad. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to suffer but I didn't want to kill him either. I started to get angry and argue about how it seems that animals are not as important as humans. I picked him up he didn't move. He felt light as a feather. I put him down and closed my eyes as I signed the consent form. I then cried held him again and said a pray. The vet then took him away. I sat on a stool while I waited.
A minute later they brought him back. He looked quiet. I looked at him and said "His he gone?" "Yes," the vet said and I passed out from shock.
In the taxi home I was numb.
Sorry, but writing it out as helped me abit.
I feel like I'm a murderer. I feel terrible.
I'm going to get another bunny as I want to give a rabbit the same chance I give Lannie.
But at the moment I feel terrible. Signing that form feels like the worse thing I've ever done.
I suddenly last Monday lost the love of my life Atlantis. He was fine last Friday, and then on Saturday, I found him looking sad. I couldn't get him to the hospital because of problems. I fed him and give him water. I let him sleep in my bed on Saturday night. On sunday I didn't stay at church long and rushed out after half hour as I couldn't bare to leave Lannie on his own.
Monday I thought he was getting better, his eyes were open alot more but he was still very quiet. When I let him out he just ran out into the passage which is very dark and curled up. He didn't even follow me. I was out of my flat at 8:45, I got to the vets then refered to the pdsa hospital. I didn't have an appointment and I was told that I'd have to wait until 5pm. I didn't care. I'd wait all day. I'd do anything for my Lannie, I was his Colonel Sheppard and Dr. Weir (a reference to stargate) rolled into one. I'd do anything for MY Atlantis.
The receptionist realised I was serious and I waited a few minutes and I was called in. The vet examined him and said..."He's very weak." and I was told he would be best to be put to sleep but I said "NO!" quickly and asked if there was anything else that could be done. I was told they could try and see if they can see if his teeth are playing up again. But because he was weak and lost alot of weight there was little chance of him pulling through. I wanted him to have a fighting chance. So I was told to bring him back tomorrow morning and they'd do it.
I left the hospital feeling determined. I walked down to the bus stop sat on the grass with Lannie. I looked into his carrier....he'd fainted. He was on his side and his breahing wasn't good. I rushed back into the hospital crying. They took him off me striaght away. A minute later, the vet called me in and I was told he wasn't going to live out the night, and that it would be best if he was put to sleep.
I cried and looked at Lannie. He looked so sad. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to suffer but I didn't want to kill him either. I started to get angry and argue about how it seems that animals are not as important as humans. I picked him up he didn't move. He felt light as a feather. I put him down and closed my eyes as I signed the consent form. I then cried held him again and said a pray. The vet then took him away. I sat on a stool while I waited.
A minute later they brought him back. He looked quiet. I looked at him and said "His he gone?" "Yes," the vet said and I passed out from shock.
In the taxi home I was numb.
Sorry, but writing it out as helped me abit.
I feel like I'm a murderer. I feel terrible.
I'm going to get another bunny as I want to give a rabbit the same chance I give Lannie.
But at the moment I feel terrible. Signing that form feels like the worse thing I've ever done.