#ripbunny

@nottoonedin the original creator 

this is my first dtiys 

My bunny doesn’t like strangers. The only one allowed to touch her is me and a stranger should always keep their cool and approach her with a gentle touch.

Yesterday started pretty normal. I woke up and went downstairs to listen to some gospel tunes and have breakfast with my bunny. We played with her noisy ball and then I did some computer work while she hopped around the room to finally snuggle with my feet. Every now and then she would tilt her head and breath a bit heavy. I was not sure whether she did this because it was so warm or if she had other problems. And thus I took her to the vet.

What a mistake.

At the vet we were greeted by a person I had never seen before. She was quite tall and a bit chubby. A new vet, fresh from school. I should have stopped and asked for the vet I was familiar with. But, wanting to give this young new vet a fair change I just walked on in and placed the bunny basket on the large metal table.

“Be warned, this bunny doesn’t like strangers and can be a wild one when she is scared.” I told the young vet.

I asked her to wait for me to get my coat off. But. the young vet started opening the bunny basket right away. Luckely I had just rushed back to the metal table just in time. My poor bunny rushed off right away and dove into my arms. Her little body was trembling in fear. I kissed her on her little head to calm her down. She was almost completely calmed down, when the young vet comes nearer. That’s when my bunny freaks out again. She jumps up, hurting her hind paw. 

That’s when the young vet grabs my bunny by her neck. The old vet has told me that grabbing a scared rabbit in the neck is not a good idea. I was in shock when I saw this young woman dare to do just that.

“Please! Don’t touch her like that, she will freak out more!” I tried.

The young woman kept her firm grip on my bunny’s neck, while my bunny tries to shake her neck and get loose from her grip. It is a terrible sight.

“No! Stop, please!” I beg her.

My bunny screams in fear and pain and then falls lifelessly on the metal table. Her eyes almost popping out of her eye-sockets. And then I saw what I had seen before with her father, with her mother and her sisters. With the difference that they all died a painless peaceful way. But my little one died, while the young vet still had her claws clutched onto her neck. My bunny died, out of fear and pain.

“Why is she not breathing?” the vet asked. 

“Because she is dead....” I yelled.

The young vet rushed out of her office to “give me a moment”. The whole scene replaying in my head over and over. That young vet had just KILLED my bunny! If she had not grabbed my bunny by the neck like that, she would have been alive still! 

After I had gathered myself together, I put the lifeless body of my sweet little bunny back in her basket and then went to the reception of the animal clinic.

“Miss, don’t feel bad. Your rabbit was old and old rabbits die.” the receptionist said.

“Her father died at 10 years old. My bunny was very much alive before I entered your clinic. Because your vet doesn’t know how to hold a rabbit, she is now dead. Thanks very much.” I said.

“We’re very sorry.” the receptionist said.

I’m so angry. So sad. She could have been sitting in the living room, enjoying gospel tunes while playing with her stuffed animals. Sitting on my lap. Stealing my brown bread off my plate. But now, she is buried in the backyard. 

I never should have taken her to the vet. What a mistake... I’m so sorry bunny. It shouldn’t have to be this way :( I miss you so much :(

#this person is so cool #i wanna be their friend #tsh #tsoa #les mis #fav #tbh #death mention