here is the story of my flopsey boy:
when i was 9, i walked into a pet store with my mom. she had pulled me out of school early to go on a mommy-daughter date. we had just moved to a new town and she felt guilty. we went to dairy queen, and i had the bright idea of going and petting animals at the local pet store.
we perused the hamsters, rats, finally the rabbits. this little guy caught my eye as he followed where i walked through the glass of his enclosure. i picked him up (first pic) in my little fourth grade hands. i was immediately enamored and my mother and i rushed home to beg my father for him.
well, the pet store told us that he was a girl, and we believed this until our vet said, and i quote: “HE will never need to be spayed”. so, my flopsey guy was stuck with a girl name… whoops. we lovingly nicknamed him “flopsinator” to try to give him a little more masculinity lol.
from the start he was not a normal bunny. the much research i did after getting him told me that holding rabbits like a baby was a BIG no-no. yet flopsey would throw himself over onto his back when i would set him on my lap. he liked to be tranced? i have literally no idea, only that i’ve NEVER seen another bunny do that or ever even heard of it. we never did it to him forcefully, but would hold him like that if he did it to himself occasionally.
he had always been MUCH too tolerant, see the last 2 pictures. he loved me so so so much, through all of my awkward phases, all of the preteen and teenage girl drama, through my first heartbreak, and my first big girl relationship. we always joked that “you could throw flopsey down a flight of stairs and he’d still love you”. specialty vets even commented on how much he loved people and how weird he was. he was one of a kind.
fast forward to now, i am 18 and friday morning, i went to tell my boy good morning, and he was gasping for air. i immediately rushed him to the vet, where i was told that his lungs were “trash” and that he could go home on antibiotics with a 20% chance of making it through the weekend. 15 minutes later, i was informed that he “crashed” and we wouldn’t be leaving with him. we ended up putting him down as to not let him suffer.
i came home to his sister, and sobbed. she has been thumping her foot nonstop and searching for him. she is blind, and he was her way to see. i am so beyond sorrowful for her.
i feel so guilty and horrible. i lost a 7 month old rabbit a few months ago to a neurological condition, and now flopsey…. i’m just feeling so defeated and guilty. there must have been something i could have done. i am so paranoid over his sister now.
he was my best friend for the past 9 years. i am so so lost now without him. i am graduating this year, and it completely breaks my heart that he won’t be here to see it.
if you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. i hope the world can see how much this little guy meant to me and how much i wish he were still here.
by Interesting-Lie-3356