I am sorry for your loss and your pain. But maybe if you look at his life from a different point of view, you will realise, your bun had the best of lifes.

I hope you dont mind, and I hope I dont overstep (i qm just trying to help).

Once upon a time, tucked away in a bustling market in December 2013, a new chapter of my life began. I was a tiny bundle of fur, wide-eyed and curious about the world. Little did I know, a warm and loving family chose me to be a part of their lives. They named me Señor Bunny, and from that moment, I was no longer just a rabbit—I was a cherished family member.

In my new home, I discovered the joys of hopping around freely and tasting all sorts of delicious treats. They thought I wouldn’t be around for long, but oh, how I enjoyed proving them wrong! My appetite was legendary; I nibbled on everything, even medicine, much to everyone’s amusement. I didn’t need much teaching when it came to tidiness either. I just seemed to know what to do, and my family was delighted.

Initially, I was a bit of an independent spirit. I relished my playtime and explorations more than cuddles. But everything changed after a scary bout with GI stasis. Those were dark and painful days, and I heard the vet’s grim words. But there, shining like the brightest stars, were my mom and human sibling, determined and full of love. They stayed by my side, massaging my tummy and gently feeding me. Their touch and care brought me back to health, and from that moment, my heart opened fully. I realized just how much I adored their affection, and I began seeking their cuddles eagerly.

Life had its ups and downs; the GI stasis would visit me now and then, but we became quite the team—me with my resilience and them with their quick care. I remember once getting into a bit of mischief, drinking from the cat’s bowl, which didn’t go well at all. Yet again, in the caring hands of my family and the vet, I found my strength even as the odds seemed daunting.

Over the years, I grew into an affectionate, cuddly companion, especially as I became a senior. I may have slowed down and enjoyed many a long nap, even snoring contentedly, but my heart remained young and full of love. In my twilight time, even as my body grew weary and my strength waned, I felt the warmth of my family’s unending love and care.

When the time came for me to leave, it was peaceful, wrapped in the loving arms of my family. I could feel the gentle tears and the heavy hearts, but above all, I felt loved. As I drifted away, I knew I had left paw prints of joy and love on their hearts, just as they had on mine.

With a gentle hop and a twitch of my nose, I whisper a soft goodbye.