One morning, March 8th, Genevieve was in crisis. I loaded her up in the car and left a message at the vet since they were not yet open. I was coming, it would take me about 45 minutes to get there. They took her in right away and set the vet was en-route. She died while the vet was looking at her.
We dug another hole.
Pierre had been in again for weight loss and discomfort. They reported a negative fecal and said he was just getting old. I had planned to take him to a rabbit specialist in Soquel to make sure, before I just waited for him to die, but rushing Genevieve to the vet disrupted my Monday morning plans. I called Soquel and, even though there was not an appointment for weeks, talked him into a Friday appointment.
The vet is Soquel obtained his records and found that his fecal was not negative, that he was, in fact, carrying a heavy load of protozoal parasites. He was hospitalized for three nights and came home to a regimen of treatments. A week later, he took a downward turn and I rushed him in again. He was hospitalized overnight.
The vet called in the morning and advised that he was dying. I decided on euthanasia and drove all the way there to say goodbye and bring his body home.
We dug another hole.
