Friday, February 26, 2010

Not for children under two years of age.

I am sitting here, with poor Tutu in my lap. He has been mysteriously paralyzed in the hind quarters for several months. (Same thing happened to Grumpy Jr. at about the same time, but he died quickly.) Tutu has been eating, drinking, and altogether getting along okay until a couple of days ago, when I noticed a sudden decline in him. To the point where he couldn't really motivate around at all, and he was just laying on his side.

I have just fed him several syringes of liquid, cherry flavored Benadryl, and he is resting and calm.

He will probably pass on in a little while, very comfortably.

I hate this.

Last two nights, I have dreamed of dead and dying bunnies.

7 comments:

Lady Euphoria Deathwatch said...

Hi Fuzzarelly,

It is always interesting when the universe comes knocking to tell us it is time to get down to business.

I'm sorry for you and your bunny. It never gets easier.

Many Hugs, Euphoria

k said...

I'm glad you're getting out of this.

Anonymous said...

That loss is a part of life doesn't make it any easier, does it? I grieve with you, as you do with me; it's all we can do for each other.
Nancy NeverSwept

FUZZARELLY said...

Thank you all.

It has been a hard day.

Helena Handbag said...

Much love to my SemiP and Tutu.

Helen said...

You gave him a very nice little life, don't forget about that.

zippiknits said...

Sorry Tutu is in the doorway to the otherside, Fuzzy. You are keeping him comfortable. He's had a good life with you,you know that,right? Wishing him a peaceful passing.