Earlier this week I lost my rabbit, Taz, to infection. I've felt empty processing his passing. I cried a lot the day before he died because I felt powerless knowing I didn't have the money to help him while he was suffering. I tried helping him by cleaning him and comforting him all that I could. The night before his passing away, I decided to leave him in his pen because I thought it would be better and is where he had the essentials like hay and water. I regret that decision every time I think of him and how lonely he must have been during his last moments. My only comfort is knowing that God would've been there with him to make it less painful. I cry more at night while trying to fall asleep because I remember the times when I would lay with him on my bed. I know at least he's not suffering anymore. He has been there for me when I needed support and has taught me how to be a better rabbit owner over the years. He makes me want to be better for myself and any other rabbits I will take care of in the future. RIP my small friend. 🕊️
by SomebodyRandom2011