Sadpotatobag
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Hello,
I’m feeling so incredibly guilty and can’t stop blaming myself. I highly doubt I will ever be able to forgive myself.
Yesterday late in the evening, I lost my incredible girl. The evening before she was less active, but I thought she’d been eating. At some point, she moved to sit in front of my bedroom door and her husbun joined her. Before I went to bed I prepared a plate of their veggies.
The next morning, the pair was still sitting at the exact spots, veggies untouched. When I put the plate in front of them, he started eating, but she didn’t.
I waited a few hours before calling the vet. Waiting for opening hours shouldn’t have mattered, nonen of the vets she ever visited were open because it was ascension day. I got an appointment at 12 pm at an emergency vet somewhere nearby. I’m the meantime I gave her some painkiller and older digestive stimulant I got from earlier incidents. She got something against sickness (think it should also stimulate the digestive system, not sure) and fluids and was sent back home.
I tried to force feed her a bit, but I struggled. The food would hardly come out, and when it did it was with a thrust from build up force, so maybe she only got a few bites.
Usually she perks right up after she gets her shot at the vet. Not this time. Maybe it was because she didn’t get additional painkillers aside from the ones I gave her in the morning.
Every hour I looked at her and she wasn’t getting better at all. Sometimes I’d pick her up to cuddle (I’m so sorry), and she’d show some of her character, some digging into me and jumping of after not too long, then running somewhere. I thought while she stayed like this she’d be able to pull through. But I didn’t attempt to feed her more, somehow sticking to the hope she’d start eating by herself.
Early in the evening, I called the vet again. She was lying on my arm, more trying to get comfortable than moving away. I had to go to the vet again, but at 830 pm 35 minutes away because the one nearby was full.
Her temperature was very low. She got some other shots and I was sent home, told to get her warmed up. Once I got home, she died quickly before I had the chance to set her up and feed her.
I feel so guilty for underestimating the situation and not acting more actively, especially feeding. I knew she needed it, but somehow I just didn’t move.
Thinking back now, I should have reached out for support from friends/family sooner, I have a bad habit for trying to shoulder to shoulder thing alone. I only reached out to some people when I went to the 2nd vet.
I feel so guilty for killing one of my best friends. I’ve quite so much. I broke down when she passed until I asleep, only to continue crying when I woke up for hours. Now I’m still awake again at 4 am in the morning, trying to convince myself I really handjes to the best of my abilities like everyone is telling me. I was feeling intense emotions, maybe I was kind of petrified, I really don’t know.
Maybe force feeding still wouldn’t have saved her, she got bad so quickly. I have no idea why she stopped eating. She loved eating, although her eating pattern changed recently (I thought she was adjusting to her husbuns pace), her environment didn’t change and her teeth were fine. Maybe there were underlying health issues? She went from 1.53 kg to 1.27 kg last Sunday Right now my only salvation is that she’s no longer in pain and the husbun she left behind is eating everything I give him.
I love her so so so much, I can’t believe I failed her so badly. I’m a murderer. I’m so sorry my love! You deserved so much better.
Please I need help
I’m really beating myself up
I’m feeling so incredibly guilty and can’t stop blaming myself. I highly doubt I will ever be able to forgive myself.
Yesterday late in the evening, I lost my incredible girl. The evening before she was less active, but I thought she’d been eating. At some point, she moved to sit in front of my bedroom door and her husbun joined her. Before I went to bed I prepared a plate of their veggies.
The next morning, the pair was still sitting at the exact spots, veggies untouched. When I put the plate in front of them, he started eating, but she didn’t.
I waited a few hours before calling the vet. Waiting for opening hours shouldn’t have mattered, nonen of the vets she ever visited were open because it was ascension day. I got an appointment at 12 pm at an emergency vet somewhere nearby. I’m the meantime I gave her some painkiller and older digestive stimulant I got from earlier incidents. She got something against sickness (think it should also stimulate the digestive system, not sure) and fluids and was sent back home.
I tried to force feed her a bit, but I struggled. The food would hardly come out, and when it did it was with a thrust from build up force, so maybe she only got a few bites.
Usually she perks right up after she gets her shot at the vet. Not this time. Maybe it was because she didn’t get additional painkillers aside from the ones I gave her in the morning.
Every hour I looked at her and she wasn’t getting better at all. Sometimes I’d pick her up to cuddle (I’m so sorry), and she’d show some of her character, some digging into me and jumping of after not too long, then running somewhere. I thought while she stayed like this she’d be able to pull through. But I didn’t attempt to feed her more, somehow sticking to the hope she’d start eating by herself.
Early in the evening, I called the vet again. She was lying on my arm, more trying to get comfortable than moving away. I had to go to the vet again, but at 830 pm 35 minutes away because the one nearby was full.
Her temperature was very low. She got some other shots and I was sent home, told to get her warmed up. Once I got home, she died quickly before I had the chance to set her up and feed her.
I feel so guilty for underestimating the situation and not acting more actively, especially feeding. I knew she needed it, but somehow I just didn’t move.
Thinking back now, I should have reached out for support from friends/family sooner, I have a bad habit for trying to shoulder to shoulder thing alone. I only reached out to some people when I went to the 2nd vet.
I feel so guilty for killing one of my best friends. I’ve quite so much. I broke down when she passed until I asleep, only to continue crying when I woke up for hours. Now I’m still awake again at 4 am in the morning, trying to convince myself I really handjes to the best of my abilities like everyone is telling me. I was feeling intense emotions, maybe I was kind of petrified, I really don’t know.
Maybe force feeding still wouldn’t have saved her, she got bad so quickly. I have no idea why she stopped eating. She loved eating, although her eating pattern changed recently (I thought she was adjusting to her husbuns pace), her environment didn’t change and her teeth were fine. Maybe there were underlying health issues? She went from 1.53 kg to 1.27 kg last Sunday Right now my only salvation is that she’s no longer in pain and the husbun she left behind is eating everything I give him.
I love her so so so much, I can’t believe I failed her so badly. I’m a murderer. I’m so sorry my love! You deserved so much better.
Please I need help
I’m really beating myself up
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you did what you could so you shouldn’t blame yourself.
It's incredibly stressful when a rabbit is in stasis, especially if the vet has discharged them and left you basically wondering what to do and how to do it. I agree with bunny momma about the pain relief and fluids being the most important thing. Syringe feeding isn't always the answer - it's more about getting the guts to actually move things through than just getting food in.
