I had wanted a bunny, specifically a lop, for the longest time. When I got Baxter back in May, I was beyond excited. He had the softest fur I had ever felt and was the most handsome little thing. If you were sitting down on the couch holding him, he would climb up to your shoulder and just nestle into it. He would lay stretched out across the floor all day long and watch tv with you. He would lick your hands and your face with his tiny little tongue. He would sprint laps all around the house and do binkies. He absolutely loved bananas, it was his favorite of all the snacks he got. As soon as the refrigerator door would open, he would jump right in and start sniffing around for food. He always climbed to the top of the couch and laid in the sun light that came through the window. When he got really excited, he made little noises that almost sounded like a pig oinking. Every morning I would wake up, and he would come running into my bedroom to come say good morning to me. He was the highlight of every day, and no matter how bad my day was, he could always make it better. It breaks my heart that he only lived a short 8 months, but I'm beyond thankful that I was able to spend those 8 months with him and make him a happy little bunny. I will never forget his adorable little Marilyn Monroe marking on his face, and how sweet and lovable he was.
He began acting strange on January 13th, and would not eat or drink. The vet didn't know much about rabbits, but said that he had gas in his belly and said we needed to force feed him with a syringe. After doing that for two days, he seemed to be doing a little better on Sunday. He began eating and drinking on his own, which was promising. But he still seemed extremely uncomfortable and barely moved. The next morning, he was fed, and ate a bunch of hay, just as he did the night before. When he was checked on a little while later, he was no longer in his cage. My dad found him laying behind the tv, on his side, and realized that he had passed. Seeing him suffering and in pain was absolutely heart breaking, and I'm thankful that he is no longer in pain. I was not able to see him one last time before he passed, but I pet him one last time before we burried him and said our last goodbyes. I believe that he waited until I was not around to pass, because he did not want me seeing him like that anymore. All weekend he knew that we were doing all we could to help him, but it was unfortunately too late. I love him with all my heart, and will never ever forget him. He was the best little bunny a person could ask for, and I am thankful for the time that I had with him. Rest in peace Baxter, I hope you have a blast in Rainbow Bridge, and remember that I will always love you. Thank you for always brightening my days. <3
- Your mommy, Bri