My brave little Alfie died peacefully this evening.
I could write for hours on him; his quirks, the way he would nip at your ankles to hurry up his dinner, or fall asleep when you stroked his forehead, or even the little bunny on his face. But I'll keep it short, for everyone's sake...
Every day with him was a privilege. He was such a character and could turn the unhappiest of moods around. All it would take was him scampering up to the front of his little house under the stairs and you'd be smiling. I had never anticipated he would still be alive six-and-a-half years after contracting E.Cuniculi at 5 weeks old. That was, I guess, the start of his problems - and boy, did he have problems! I have lost count of the amount of times I thought I'd lose him. I always thought I'd deliberate and question whether making that decision was right, but, as it happened, he made it for me. After ten days of luxury holidaying at the vets which had become his second home, his little body gave up all of a sudden. I showered him with love and kisses, told him how brave he was and how much I loved him. He then slipped away in the arms of his favourite veterinary nurse, six years and seven months after he came into this world.
He has seen me through some very tough times over the last six years, and was more than 'just' a rabbit. He was my little confidante, my chum, my buddy. His death has left a huge hole in my heart, and I miss him so much already.
I could write for hours on him; his quirks, the way he would nip at your ankles to hurry up his dinner, or fall asleep when you stroked his forehead, or even the little bunny on his face. But I'll keep it short, for everyone's sake...
Every day with him was a privilege. He was such a character and could turn the unhappiest of moods around. All it would take was him scampering up to the front of his little house under the stairs and you'd be smiling. I had never anticipated he would still be alive six-and-a-half years after contracting E.Cuniculi at 5 weeks old. That was, I guess, the start of his problems - and boy, did he have problems! I have lost count of the amount of times I thought I'd lose him. I always thought I'd deliberate and question whether making that decision was right, but, as it happened, he made it for me. After ten days of luxury holidaying at the vets which had become his second home, his little body gave up all of a sudden. I showered him with love and kisses, told him how brave he was and how much I loved him. He then slipped away in the arms of his favourite veterinary nurse, six years and seven months after he came into this world.
He has seen me through some very tough times over the last six years, and was more than 'just' a rabbit. He was my little confidante, my chum, my buddy. His death has left a huge hole in my heart, and I miss him so much already.
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Sending lots of hugs to you.
