Just dropped the little mite off at the vet and I'm having my usual guilty pangs. Got the day off work so I'm near the phone and I can keep an eye on Sheffield and distract him with carrots if he gets upset. Moving in two and a half weeks so this will give her some time to mend before she moves into the rabbitorium, plus the living room girls are getting very snappy with each other, which I think is down to them getting a whiff of Monopoly's hormones. So, I know it's the best thing for her so she can live a nice peaceful live with lots of bunny chums, but I still feel like the meanest person in the world today.