Morgan, my rabbit, died this morning.

I came down to give her morning treats, and she didn’t come out from her little house. She didn’t even move when I pulled the house off her. And when I took her out of the cage, she just snuggled deeper into my arm, instead of trying to get away from me like she normally does.

Then I noticed all the blood in her cage. She’d been bleeding rectally all night.

I called the vet right away and packed her up and took her off. As I handed her over to the tech, I had a feeling that I wouldn’t see her again, that I should take a minute to say goodbye to her. But I didn’t want to keep her from medical care and I tried not to be so morbid.

An hour later, the vet called to say that she had died just as the exam began.

I made it through the necessary parts of work, and people were supportive, which I really appreciate. I went to the vet to pick up the carrier and then home to clean out the cage. I ended up moving Stanlee into Morgan’s cage because it’s bigger and easier to clean. I put Stanlee’s old cage in the basement. I just couldn’t stand to look at the empty cage.

I feel guilty for not playing with Morgan more. I think Stanlee is going to get sick of me soon, with all the attention I’m giving her. I’m worried that she might be lonely, even though all they ever did was fight.

I miss her. She was a good bunny.

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