He was our daughter's pet (she's at college), and she was who got him into the vet a year or two ago for an eye infection. I hadn't done it myself, so I didn't realize that there are very few vets in our area who handle rabbits. He probably needed to go in the day before Halloween, but I was the only legal driver in the house (thanks to HalfshellHusband's surgery), and I was at work all day in another city. My mother was visiting all weekend, which made it hard to focus on anything, so by the time I found vet on Saturday that took rabbits, it was 11:45am and they close at noon... so they weren't answering the phone anymore.
It was a long, awful day of trying to hydrate a poor little animal with a dropper and pleading with it not to leave us--I've done that too many times over the last few years.
The timing just wasn't in his favor, which is a lousy reason to die. I feel like I failed him. He was a very sweet little bunny, and we expected to have him many more years. *sigh*
