My bunny died last Saturday. Actually, I took him to the vet to be "put to sleep". He was almost ten years old. Poor Sebastian couldn't stand on his own feet anymore. He couldn't get in and out of his litterbox anymore. He was covered in his own urine and poop. He smelled like an ammonia soaked rag. My poor bunny. He's the first animal that I ever "put to sleep."
So I tried to give him a carrot, which he wouldn't eat and then bundled him off to the vet. Dr. Phil came in with a big syringe filled with pink fluid. He shaved Sebastians ear and put the needle in but his circulation was so poor that the fluid wouldn't go in. Dr. Phil said that the little bit that did go in was already making him calm down but he said he'd have to put the shot in his chest. I just lost it. I really wanted to be with Sebastian but I couldn't stand the thought of seeing them jab the needle into his heart. How could I have done such a horrible thing to my sweet bun? But there was no turning back at that point. It's done. He's dead. They told me that "he went quietly - he didn't suffer." I'm not so sure. In some ways I think I should have kept him at home.
It's done. Sebastian is gone.
Would you put an animal "to sleep"?