Tragedy has struck the Sullivan household once again. Tonight we lost Max the one-eyed rabbit. My poor girls found him. They feel so guilty because they're afraid they didn't take good enough care of him. I told them that he just wasn't healthy since the whole eye infection episode. Maybe his immune system was weak...maybe he had a heart attack. Rabbits are known for dropping dead of fright and we've had some coyotes hanging around. I finally got them calmed down enough to go to bed and it was a very good thing we have Tess for them to snuggle with.
We'll plan to have the funeral when Wes gets back. This is the fourth pet we've lost while he's out of town which leaves me to deal with the trauma by myself. Wes, you owe me! We've also decided that we don't need any more small pets. The guinea pigs were pretty sturdy and died of old age, but our first rabbit dropped dead while she was eating. We'd only had her 3 weeks. Now Max--we've had him a litle more than a year and a half.
Max was a good bunny. He loved to run around the house doing "binkies." He like to perch on the back of the sofa and watch TV. He loved the special fruit and veggie salads the girls always made for him. He really loved our old Sheltie, Shelby. He would sniff her and climb on her while she was napping. He made us laugh. Max, you will be missed!