After losing my best buddy, I needed a weekend away. I guess I haven’t written a post about it as I’ve been struggling with coming to terms that Bun Bun isn’t around anymore. I noticed a nasty abscess on her chest that was bleeding over the weekend. As vets weren’t open I waited until Monday to call up and slot us in, I drove down and they identified that it actually was a tumour rather than an abscess. It had run out of its blood supply and started an infection. By then I was so worried.
She had a high fever so we got some antibiotics into her ASAP. We’d had to X-Ray her once she has settled down which would take a few hours so we decided to leave her overnight. Then there would be two options, the tumour was well in her system already that it wasn’t operable, meaning there wouldn’t be long or they would suggest euthanasia. Second option was that it was operable but anesthetics is a huge risk with rabbits. Either way, it was looking grim.
I knew she was stressed and worried but I just wanted to have her sorted ASAP. Instead of hearing which option it was going to be in the morning, Bun decided for me. They called me to tell me that she had passed away through the night which was a huge shock to my mum and I.
I regret leaving her overnight. They X-Rayed her after she had passed and it showed that the tumour was in her blood, organs and filled her lungs. It would’ve been a while that she had put up with it but she’s stubborn and strong. What if she gave up because I wasn’t there that night and I put her in an uncomfortable, stressful environment with dogs and cats? Maybe she would still be with me.
Mum and I drove back down to NSW to collect her body and take her to a pet crematorium in Brisbane. I don’t think mum and I have cried so much in one day. We really let ourselves love her so much. I miss her a lot. I miss her presence, the creeping shadows in the corner of my eye, her cheeky attitude.
Anyway, it had been a tough week. The next three days I had to go to work and put on a brave face. So I decided over the weekend that I’d go away to the country and get my soul back. I took Simba on his very first holiday as the barn allowed pets. It was two days of doing nothing, something and everything. Guitar here, cook food there, roam with the cows, hike in the rainforest, lounge around, take a dip in the cow’s trough, have a bath, write songs etc. It was an amazing spot wedged between rainforests with no neighbours in sight. I’ll just let the photos describe for me as I’m not in the greatest mood.
Rest in peace, Bun.