My boyfriend Graeme and I got our self a pet for our new flat as we felt something was missing. Getting a puppy wouldn’t be right as we both work long hours so we compromised on a bunny. After months scouring the internet and gumtree for a specific breed I had fell in love with, I finally stumbled across a local family that’d had a bunny ‘accident’ and were looking for good homes for all 3 gorgeous balls of fluff.
Jumping at the chance I emailed the family to go and view them, and we weren't disappointed. They were the cutest little babies I had ever seen and just wanted to steal them all there and then. We were told they would be sexed in a couple of weeks and would be able to take them home then. I was over the moon and a week later I found myself in pets at home spending a small fortune on rabbit accessories, preparing for our new member of the family.
On Friday the 16th of May we brought our rabbit home and named her Millie. I was instantly in love and surprised at how much character and personality a baby bunny can have. We decided she would spend most of the time in the flat doing her own thing and we would safe guard the home, only putting her in her cage when it was bed time. This system worked out almost perfectly, except for the little trail of purleys she left behind her. Oh, and the time she found a hole in the kitchen that we weren’t aware off and we thought she had made the great escape.
Millie became our little baby in only three short weeks and no matter how sad you felt she could cheer you up with her innocent little face. However sadly on Sunday the 1st of June she wasn’t acting herself and was quite content to just sit in the same spot all the time instead of adventuring as usual. Not thinking much of it we put her to bed and let her be. The following morning (Monday) she wasn’t looking much better and in my gut I could tell something wasn’t right, so scheduled an appointment at the vet for ASAP. The vet was happy to hear she had been hopping about prior to us leaving for the vet and was still eating and drinking.
We left the vet that day with £50 worth of medication to spruce her up and I was still hopeful all would be well. Millie perked up that night and was seeming to be on the mend, we went to bed and Graeme checked on her a few times through the night. On the Tuesday morning and with the vet instructing us to bring her in first thing if she hadn’t improved – I thought she looked worse. She was very limp, her eyes were closing more and more and I just had to keep checking if she was still breathing. I knew it was bad. When she did try and hop she would just fall over onto her side it was like she had lost all balance. It was so distressing to see her in pain and not be able to help I just kept welling up.
The vet offered to admit her but said the outcome was going to be the same, and that she wasn’t going to make it, it would just be best to put her out of her misery jut now incase she had any seizures. So reluctantly I signed the paper to say they could take my little bunnies life away with tears streaming down my cheeks. The vet wasn’t 100% sure about the cause of her health going downhill so quickly but thought it looked like a disease rabbits can get from their parents – even in the best of breeders. A disease that even though her parents might not have been showers or had it, they would have carried it in their genes. Just like cancer I suppose. Just one of these horrible things in life and nature.
I cried and I cried, and I cried some more before trying to think of the positive – at least she wasn’t in pain anymore. I am so gutted I lost her so early and didn’t get to enjoy her playful nature for longer than 3 weeks. I had grown so attached already and she would be very hard to replace. You don’t realize how much you love little things until their gone.
That evening my grandpa, my mum, Graeme and I had a little burial ceremony to lay her to rest. Love you little Millie.
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