Our pet rabbit, Penny, died about a month ago. We'd had her for six an a half years. We got her after she was weaned from her mother, so about seven years old, which is a healthy age for a dutch rabbit.
For my daughter Bridget, six and a half years seems like a lot longer, since she's 11 now. We got Penny for her 5th birthday, so Penny was with us for most of her memory.
Shortly after we got Penny, I added an outdoor pen to her hutch, so she had room to run around. Penny and Bridget, age 5:
Penny had a great personality, which reminded me a bit of a cat. She loved to be petted, but didn't really want to admit it. So she'd do a kind of slow walk by, and maybe sit just a few feet away. You know, just in case you wanted to pet her. But you had to work a bit for it. Deep down though, she was a snuggler.
Penny and Bridget, age 8:
We have a few other pets - a tarantula, a bearded dragon, a fish - but Penny was Bridget's pet. She loves all animals dearly - I am not allowed to kill spiders or bugs in the house, only catch and release outside - and took to Penny. They spent a lot of time together.
Earlier this summer I replaced Penny's pen with a larger one, and she was enjoying the extra space. She was still very active for her age.
In July, she started eating less and losing weight fast. It didn't really occur to me until she was down to skin and bones how old she was.
On a Saturday about a month ago, she stopped eating entirely and had limited mobility. By Sunday, she wasn't able to move at all. I'd have had her put down, but all the vets around us are not open on the weekends (small town). If she had lived until Monday, I would have, but she didn't.
This was Bridget's first real encounter with death, outside of small critters like insects. It hit her like a ton of bricks that Penny would be leaving us.
She held Penny all day on Sunday, trying her best to comfort her, to spend every last minute with her.
Penny and Bridget, age 11:
It was getting hot out, so we moved Penny inside, in a box upon a bed of timothy hay (her favorite). Bridget sat and petted her while distracting herself with a show. Her shirt was soaked with tears.
Penny died about an hour later, while Bridget held her. That is our last picture of her. We cried, hard, together. I loved that rabbit, and was the closest to her along with Bridget.
After a couple of hours of deep grieving, we took Penny over to the side of the yard and buried her together. I used a crowbar to break up the hard, compacted dirt that is our yard, and Bridget used a small shovel to dig the hole. She insisted on being there, insisted on digging the hole. I think it was her way of looking for some closure.
We set Penny to rest along with a large carrot. Bridget pulled the dirt over her and collapsed with tears. I finished burying her. I'm so proud of her for staying there.
Over the past few days we spent a lot of time crying together, and talking about death. We talked about how all we can do, as caretakers of pets, is to give them as happy and healthy a life as we can, and that's what we did for Penny. We talked about how as people, all we can do is make the most of the time we have (I may have kinda quoted Gandalf here). My baby girl grew up a lot that week.
I didn't expect it, but it was an incredible bonding experience for Bridget and I; it's brought us closer together. Only she and I in the family buried her, and have grieved this way. She asked to make a marker for Penny in the yard, and sensing a request for some closure, we made one out of some left over concrete I had.
It did help bring some closure, and now a month on she's already asking for a new rabbit (in the spring, is my answer).
I can tell the experience has changed her, though. She's more grounded than she was before, even more sensitive when we get hurt, and is taking better care of her other pets.
At any rate, I wanted to show everyone Penny, and say that we loved her, miss her, and appreciate all she meant to my daughter, and how even in her passing she brought us closer together.
Sorry for the sad post.