He had cancer. He had been going downhill for a few months, but yesterday morning when I woke up, I realized he wasn't doing well at all. He hadn't finished his kale from the night before, so I knew something was wrong. I called a new vet, took him in, and he didn't even need to tell me, I already knew. He had a seizure in my arms, so they rushed him off to put him down (upon my request, I didn't want him to suffer). I'm glad I got my shift covered yesterday because he would have died alone in his cage.
He had lost so much weight and wasn't a perky and puffy bunny anymore. It was his time.
I took down his cage yesterday, I couldn't handle seeing it anymore. I would see it and look for him, out of habit. He was the best bunny.