Today is Easter Monday. A time known with its mascots of Easter Eggs and Bunnies. But today... my family member of 12 years has passed away. Her name is Snowy and she's a bunny. She's beautiful, with a full white body, brown ears, nose, tail feet and sparkling red eyes. I've had her since I was in elementary school. She's probably bitten every one of my family members, including my dad who barely touches her. Yet, she's never bitten me before. She and I have this little bond.
She started developing symptom's of a head tilt on Friday, and by Saturday, she couldn't even stand up anymore. I held her for most of Sunday, hoping that she could feel my love and care for her so that she would have the urge to live on. She doesn't like to be picked up often, but she didn't mind it this time. She looked like she was suffering, I can tell, but she made the effort to lick my hand, I wasn't sure if this was her way of saying good bye, but it made me cry unstoppable. I know she was suffering, but I didn't want to put her to sleep.
She was twitching a bit on Sunday night, by Monday morning, she was twitching a bit more frequently. I was afraid this is it. We brought her to the vet quickly and according to her, she's having mini seizures. She advises us that if we're going to put her to sleep, we'll have to do it soon because she could possibly get worse tonight. I watched as she licked my hand, telling me that she'll never forget our good times together. I couldn't possibly watch the vet put my pet into forever sleep, so I went outside. After it was done, I went back in. There she was... lying there peacefully. "She's gone now," my mom told me. I can't believe that it's happened, but at least I know she's not suffering anymore. I don't think I will ever be able to think of Easter the same way again...
I love you, Snowy. You will always be remembered. On March 24 and on Easter Monday. And I hope you remember me too... I love you.
My friend.
My family.
My favorite Easter Bunny.