I know how hard it is to lose your beloved animals within a short time of each other. I went through a very hard period when I was in my late teens/early 20's. I was getting horrible headaches and no body could explain why. I was spending months in the hospital and became very depressed. I had to leave college (and I loved college,) I could not read my beloved books, I could not hang out with my friends (bless them, they came into the hospital and my folks house to see me,) and I could not work. My mother had a very sweet cocker spaniel named Spanky and my sister had a loving cockatiel named Pepsi who made me laugh when I was home, but I needed more. I ended up adopting a coonhound whom I named, Bayou. Bayou was what I needed in my laugh. He was loving dubbed meatloaf with legs and Bayou the chicken hearted. Spanky was an old man when we adopted Bayou. Bayou wanted to play and Spanky would have nothing to do with it. But, Spanky loved to get Bayou in trouble and it was so funny to see them together. Pepsi could talk and her favorite thing to do was to call Bayou's name and laugh when he came running into the room looking for a human. All three of them made me laugh and I began to feel better (it was never figured out why I was getting these headaches, I still get killer migraines now.) Bayou ended up getting cancer and I did all I could to treat him (spent crazy money.) On Christmas Day of that year, Spanky suffered a stroke and had to be put down a couple of weeks later. Then in February of that year, Pepsi mysteriously dropped dead. Then on March 31, (I remember because that is my father's birthday and Bayou's birthday was April 1,) Bayou succumbed to his cancer. I was devastated by the loss of all three of them in a short while and felt like I was the unluckiest person on Earth. A good friend of mine told me that these animals came into our lives when we needed them and when they needed us (Spanky was being abused at his first home, Pepsi was a cockatiel who was in a bird pet shop that was going out of business and needed to get rid of their birds pronto, by any means if you get me, and because Bayou was a coward and scared of gunshots, his breeder was going to put him down.) Animals are angels and come into our lives when we need them and hopefully we can be there when they need us (there is a similar story with me and Bojangles.)
You were a special person to all your bunnies and they love you and always will.