toria
Warren Scout
Sometime after 4:30am on Monday 24th August, I lost my beautiful Lionhead Toby.
He was 10 years, 3 months and 18 days old. I'd had him since he was 8 weeks along with his best friend Willow.
I am struggling to type as I can't comprehend what I am writing.
Toby was a beautiful chocolate brown with a white nose and white front paws. He was the complete opposite to Willow and was timid but gentle. He hated having his hair brushed. Having just had his hair brushed, he would quite often and innocently walk around like a walking hay rack with bits sticking up everywhere. And his ears were so soft. He wasn't keen on being stroked but liked it secretly. And he often crept around one paw at a time instead of hopping, always cautious which made me smile.
He was Willow's best friend. She being the dominant one got her way most of the time and liked to pull his hair on occasion. Toby being Toby would run off before checking the coast was clear and return to Willow to snuggle up again, forgiving her and loving.
He loved broccoli and kale, loved his supper treat of alfalfa rings, loved dandelion. And liked to dig at the hay in their wooden thing. And he loved to snuggle on their Vet Beds.
Toby and Willow are my first bonded pair of rabbits. We lived in 6 different houses in 3 cities and in my hometown. We holidayed at my parents were they returned to their bunny shed , which caused thumping when it was time to leave again. They are well travelled rabbits having spent hours travelling to and from Bristol, Cardiff or Manchester back to Shropshire whilst listening to me jabber on.
Toby didn't have any front teeth. We never knew what happened to his bottom incisors. He lost one top one & had one removed in 2007. He coped more than well. In the summer of 2014, Toby had GI stasis. We were referred from my vets to specialist rabbit vets. I feared the worst if I'm honest but he came home and after a lot of hard work, he got well.
Unfortunately this summer, we discovered Toby had an underlying bacteria infection in the root area of one of his missing top incisors. I won't go into details as it's very upsetting. I thought we just needed to get his medication settled and we'd be on the mend. That weekend I thought he'd come home cause I'd stayed with the same rabbit specialist vets ever since his GI stasis and thought he'd be OK again.
Willow was with Toby at the Vets when he died. I asked the Vet that she be able to say goodbye.
Normally when separated, I've seen them look for each other but I can see Willow has a better understanding of what has happened than I can comprehend.
My mind flits over the what ifs and I should'ves and the guilt that I feel that I let Toby down when he needed my help the most. The words the vet said during that awful night haunt me and I worry I made it worse hoping he'd get through it. And the awful decision I had to make alone at 4:30am broke my heart.
I last saw Toby on Saturday 22nd when I visited them both at the Vets. I fed him kale that I'd took in. I worried about him being out and away from medical staff that I didn't stay long. I had no idea that was the last time I'd see him.
Toby was a fighter, although he reminded me of the lion in The Wizard of Oz, he was a determined little bunny.
For the last 10 years, it's mostly been the 3 of us. We stuck together through many ups and downs and many more smiles. They were the first I say good morning too and the last I say good night too. I still find myself addressing them both when I talk to Willow now which hurts.
Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse of him peering round the bedroom door from his litter tray still, but my eyes are playing tricks.
I laid Toby to rest in my parents garden right next to Fuzzy whom I lost in 2003, not even 3 years old. I know they are together somewhere; both well and happy. Their lives made mine so much better. I just hope I did my best for them.
I am privileged to have had Toby in my life for 10 years and both me and Willow miss him dreadfully. I wish I could make Willow feel warm and loved like she was when she was snuggled up with Toby. I wish I could make it right. We're doing our best together each day knowing that Toby will always be in our hearts.
Love and miss you more than lots Tobe. ❤
Rest in Peace my beautiful bunny.
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He was 10 years, 3 months and 18 days old. I'd had him since he was 8 weeks along with his best friend Willow.
I am struggling to type as I can't comprehend what I am writing.
Toby was a beautiful chocolate brown with a white nose and white front paws. He was the complete opposite to Willow and was timid but gentle. He hated having his hair brushed. Having just had his hair brushed, he would quite often and innocently walk around like a walking hay rack with bits sticking up everywhere. And his ears were so soft. He wasn't keen on being stroked but liked it secretly. And he often crept around one paw at a time instead of hopping, always cautious which made me smile.
He was Willow's best friend. She being the dominant one got her way most of the time and liked to pull his hair on occasion. Toby being Toby would run off before checking the coast was clear and return to Willow to snuggle up again, forgiving her and loving.
He loved broccoli and kale, loved his supper treat of alfalfa rings, loved dandelion. And liked to dig at the hay in their wooden thing. And he loved to snuggle on their Vet Beds.
Toby and Willow are my first bonded pair of rabbits. We lived in 6 different houses in 3 cities and in my hometown. We holidayed at my parents were they returned to their bunny shed , which caused thumping when it was time to leave again. They are well travelled rabbits having spent hours travelling to and from Bristol, Cardiff or Manchester back to Shropshire whilst listening to me jabber on.
Toby didn't have any front teeth. We never knew what happened to his bottom incisors. He lost one top one & had one removed in 2007. He coped more than well. In the summer of 2014, Toby had GI stasis. We were referred from my vets to specialist rabbit vets. I feared the worst if I'm honest but he came home and after a lot of hard work, he got well.
Unfortunately this summer, we discovered Toby had an underlying bacteria infection in the root area of one of his missing top incisors. I won't go into details as it's very upsetting. I thought we just needed to get his medication settled and we'd be on the mend. That weekend I thought he'd come home cause I'd stayed with the same rabbit specialist vets ever since his GI stasis and thought he'd be OK again.
Willow was with Toby at the Vets when he died. I asked the Vet that she be able to say goodbye.
Normally when separated, I've seen them look for each other but I can see Willow has a better understanding of what has happened than I can comprehend.
My mind flits over the what ifs and I should'ves and the guilt that I feel that I let Toby down when he needed my help the most. The words the vet said during that awful night haunt me and I worry I made it worse hoping he'd get through it. And the awful decision I had to make alone at 4:30am broke my heart.
I last saw Toby on Saturday 22nd when I visited them both at the Vets. I fed him kale that I'd took in. I worried about him being out and away from medical staff that I didn't stay long. I had no idea that was the last time I'd see him.
Toby was a fighter, although he reminded me of the lion in The Wizard of Oz, he was a determined little bunny.
For the last 10 years, it's mostly been the 3 of us. We stuck together through many ups and downs and many more smiles. They were the first I say good morning too and the last I say good night too. I still find myself addressing them both when I talk to Willow now which hurts.
Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse of him peering round the bedroom door from his litter tray still, but my eyes are playing tricks.
I laid Toby to rest in my parents garden right next to Fuzzy whom I lost in 2003, not even 3 years old. I know they are together somewhere; both well and happy. Their lives made mine so much better. I just hope I did my best for them.
I am privileged to have had Toby in my life for 10 years and both me and Willow miss him dreadfully. I wish I could make Willow feel warm and loved like she was when she was snuggled up with Toby. I wish I could make it right. We're doing our best together each day knowing that Toby will always be in our hearts.
Love and miss you more than lots Tobe. ❤
Rest in Peace my beautiful bunny.
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so sorry for you loss of Toby, what a great age he was, binky free xx
