My little girl bunny is dying. Her name is Moby, named by my eldest daughter Lilly, she’s been called Moey since the first day we bought her home.
She’s a timid precocious little soul, never relaxed always on edge, has never laid down except in a loaf in her nearly 9 years. She’s been laying down a lot lately, more and more everyday, doesn’t groom anymore or use her litter box. She had e cunicul 2 years ago and since then the tilt she was left with has caused pressure in one side of her body causing osteoarthritis. She’s on max dose of pain meds and can hardly move. I’ve been helping her groom and clean her bottom for a few months, now I’m hand feeding too.
The bunny vet made a house call 3 weeks ago, since the visit and upping the dose of meds she had declined rapidly. Now she’s not so interested in food, she’s eating a bit but the joy is gone, she’s in survival mode. Rabbits try to fake their wellness so they aren’t easy prey, she can’t fake it anymore, so I’ve made the call. The vet Mae will be visiting on Saturday so help Moey over the rainbow bridge. If she declines anymore she’ll depart this realm on Tuesday or Wednesday.
This hurts, my heart burns while she suffers, she’s been a little fighter. She’s lived a life of being loved and cared for, she has two brothers from the same litter that have made their way to the light already. They are waiting to play and groom and binky with her, pain and anxiety free.
Her time has come. Bless you little Moey

She’s a timid precocious little soul, never relaxed always on edge, has never laid down except in a loaf in her nearly 9 years. She’s been laying down a lot lately, more and more everyday, doesn’t groom anymore or use her litter box. She had e cunicul 2 years ago and since then the tilt she was left with has caused pressure in one side of her body causing osteoarthritis. She’s on max dose of pain meds and can hardly move. I’ve been helping her groom and clean her bottom for a few months, now I’m hand feeding too.
The bunny vet made a house call 3 weeks ago, since the visit and upping the dose of meds she had declined rapidly. Now she’s not so interested in food, she’s eating a bit but the joy is gone, she’s in survival mode. Rabbits try to fake their wellness so they aren’t easy prey, she can’t fake it anymore, so I’ve made the call. The vet Mae will be visiting on Saturday so help Moey over the rainbow bridge. If she declines anymore she’ll depart this realm on Tuesday or Wednesday.
This hurts, my heart burns while she suffers, she’s been a little fighter. She’s lived a life of being loved and cared for, she has two brothers from the same litter that have made their way to the light already. They are waiting to play and groom and binky with her, pain and anxiety free.
Her time has come. Bless you little Moey


Thank you for your love and support. It’s such a sad time, these final precious days are hard, full of sorrow yet comfort knowing she’ll be free of her crippled body.