Beanbag has passed away
Beanbag
Beanbag passed away last night. He was 13 years old, and he had been my bunny for nine of those years. It's hard to believe that after nearly a decade he's gone. His breed usually only lives 6 to 8 years, so I've been calling him my "Grumpy Old Man" for half a decade.
This morning my three year old son came into the bunny room and offered his condolences to Beanbag's surviving bond mates, Lookout and Echo. "I'm sorry Beanbag died the day before today" he said, "But he'll be buried with two other bunnies and that's what he wanted, so that's good."
Beanbag will be buried in the same plot as Fuzzface. Despite the happiness he has had with Lookout and Echo, Fuzzface really was the love of his life. Jasper, a foster rabbit Whuffle and I cared for, who was later adopted by her parents, is also interred there.
His passing was not unexpected. He's been in decline for a few months now. Despite this, just a few days ago he was still spry and energetic enough to evade all efforts at cleaning up some of the matting he had on his hindquarters. The last two days however had seen a very rapid decline. Fortunately the vet had given us some painkillers, so he was comfortable. Yesterday morning we realized that he would likely not survive the day, so we all said our goodbyes. I took a couple last photos of him with Lookout. He passed away last night in Whuffle's arms, shortly before I got home. It was clear that even Lookout realized what was going on. When she returned to Beanbag, instead of bulldozing into the massive pile of blueberries Caleb had given him, she climbed into the litter box behind Beanbag, arranged the hay and stood guard, protecting her Beanbag.
He was a well loved bunny, and he will be missed.
Beanbag passed away last night. He was 13 years old, and he had been my bunny for nine of those years. It's hard to believe that after nearly a decade he's gone. His breed usually only lives 6 to 8 years, so I've been calling him my "Grumpy Old Man" for half a decade.
This morning my three year old son came into the bunny room and offered his condolences to Beanbag's surviving bond mates, Lookout and Echo. "I'm sorry Beanbag died the day before today" he said, "But he'll be buried with two other bunnies and that's what he wanted, so that's good."
Beanbag will be buried in the same plot as Fuzzface. Despite the happiness he has had with Lookout and Echo, Fuzzface really was the love of his life. Jasper, a foster rabbit Whuffle and I cared for, who was later adopted by her parents, is also interred there.
His passing was not unexpected. He's been in decline for a few months now. Despite this, just a few days ago he was still spry and energetic enough to evade all efforts at cleaning up some of the matting he had on his hindquarters. The last two days however had seen a very rapid decline. Fortunately the vet had given us some painkillers, so he was comfortable. Yesterday morning we realized that he would likely not survive the day, so we all said our goodbyes. I took a couple last photos of him with Lookout. He passed away last night in Whuffle's arms, shortly before I got home. It was clear that even Lookout realized what was going on. When she returned to Beanbag, instead of bulldozing into the massive pile of blueberries Caleb had given him, she climbed into the litter box behind Beanbag, arranged the hay and stood guard, protecting her Beanbag.
He was a well loved bunny, and he will be missed.