I posted Monday this week asking for advice on what was thought to be a possible gut blockage that my bunny best friend had been treated at the emergency vets for over the weekend and rushed back in on Monday. Thank you to the Warren Veterans, Wise Old Thumpers and Moderators on my original thread for your kind words. I never expected to have to post such sad news on there. A little about Bannog the Beautiful. He was my constant companion. He ruled the house and the place is incredibly quiet without him. I miss the sound of him running around the lounge and up and down the stairs, the sound of his tiny claws on the kitchen floor, his midnight zoomies around the bedroom, his early morning wake up the human its daybreak routine, the sound of himmunching on his hay ( surely one of the best sounds in the world is a bunny rabbit contentedly eating hay), his buzzing and honking at the sight of a pair of ankles clad in fluffy socks (even though he was neutered no ankle so clad was safe), and him generally being the one who made this place a home. A cheeky, affectionate and loveable soul. He was a month past his 5th birthday and we brought him home 4 years and 11 months and 7 days ago. A rescued lock down pet with yellow fur, stuck in a tiny hutch, that the kids no longer had time for now school was restarting. We simply wished to get him to safety and find a rescue space for him before he ended up another kids pet ( one of their kids let slip they believed that bun was a pregnant girl bunny as we walked away with him). The first vet we took him too also couldnt sex him and was also scared of him ( a tiny mini lop), exclaiming " oh my god a rabbit!" when we brought him in, she bruised him as she checked for babies. We secured a rescue space within one week and travelled there on what turned out to be nothing more than a day out for him, as he came back home with me ( my partner cried with joy as he held him saying he was so glad I had brought bun home), the rescue centre staff told me they thought he had already bonded with me as he appeared to not want to let me go, hugging his paws into my ches,t his claws digging into my shoulders, the same thing he did as he was leaving this world on Tuesday. He was pts at 7.20pm on the 18th August 2026 and died in my arms. Sorry, I ramble. Totally lost at the loss of my little prince. He will always be in my heart, but knowing that I can never stroke his face, gaze into his big, beautiful, intelligent grey eyes, or give him bunny fusses ever again is killing me. I cannot stop crying. I am still spiralling into all the what ifs, and if onlys, and feeling that I let him down so badly, believing his discomfort was another bout of vet treatable stasis and never ever considering the possibility of a kidney stone being the reason a bunny might die. I feel for everyone who has lost an animal companion. I have never grieved so much, ever. I know my spiralling from grief to guilt is hard for my partner to deal with too as he loved him just as much me. I wont ever stop loving him. He was cremated on 20th August at Bluebell Wood Pet Crematorium just outsided of Ystradgynlais in Powys where we said more farewells before he was brought back home yesterday. A white and grey onyx urn with markings like his coat now sits where he once bunny flopped. Smooth and cold where he was soft and full of warmth. A remembrance to go with the wonderful memories of him that I hope will never fade, and a love for him that will always live in our hearts. My beautiful grey eyed boy. x
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