Snow died early this afternoon. He was suffering from pneumonia, rare for rabbits, with his little body already succumbing to a walnut-sized tumor. His weakened muscles made him incontinent, and he was gasping for air.
Rabbits let out a death cry the moment they die. It is the only sound they would make in their short lives. Snow wasn't given the chance for that one and only cry of his life. I can't determine if that's a blessing or a misfortune.
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Over the years, I always felt guilty that I left him to the care of my mom and my sister. But I did what they dreaded the most--to face his final moments. The doctor suggested that I consult other family members about Snow's euthanasia. I said there's no need. I made the decision alone. And it hurt.
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