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.