I don’t know how a small space like my apartment can feel empty with 4 free range rabbits and a 20 lb cat. It shouldn’t be possible. The only difference is the absence of a 3 and a half pound redheaded bunny. On the other hand the impossible pretty much sums up Blueberry. She lived her life on her own terms, and it was up to all the rest of us to adapt to her world. For those who don’t know her origin story and about the first year she was with me, it is chronicled here: Somebun who beat the odds
After her rough start she really became the perfect companion. Every time I walked in the door she would run to greet me and if I lay on the floor she would immediately come up to touch her nose to mine. I remember times I would have to travel for work, and when I returned home after days or weeks, there would be an initial 5 minutes of pure joy from her that I was home, then she would proceed to punish me for the next two days by ignoring me, giving me the one-eye, and the bunny bum. We all knew when “mama” wasn’t happy.
She became so much happier and content when she bonded with Benji, the semi-blind snow white MiniLop that came from the same rescue as she did. She loved him so deeply. Then again later when she bonded with Buster, the naughtiest miniature Dutchie-Lionhead in NATO. they formed a rare trio. She ruled us all with an iron paw.
There is a reason why I have included this painting of her instead of a photo. Everyone has already seen the pics of her wearing her bows, or her pink backpack, with one of her boys or even a pic of one of her many adventures out and about in her stroller. This was painted by my good friend Mara Wiltshire and sums up her personality so perfectly. She was queen of the house and the ultimate diva.
Blueberry was a famous bunny too. She touched people from all over the world and I received hundreds of emails and messages from more than 30 countries asking about her, or telling about how her story inspired someone to start fostering or to volunteer with their local rescue. She never knew it, but she helped save a simply uncountable number of bunnies. That’s a hell of a legacy for a little rabbit.
Over the last year she REALLY opened up. For years now I was the only human she really trusted and was either shy or wary around other people. In the last year though she accepted other humans as her friend. The first was Christie Taylor who sat on the floor to meet her and BB came running right up to her, placed her front paws on Christie’s knees and politely asked if she had a cookie for her. Every other person after that BB would greet in polite bunny fashion. The last person to meet her and be greeted by a nose touch was Josie O’Connor barely a month before she passed.
Then, she got sick. Over the years she and I battled E. Cuniculi outbreaks, headtilt, Syphilis, and I don’t know how many stasis or gastric slowdown episodes….always in the middle of the night of course. This was another E.C. outbreak, this time affecting her hind end. She went down, and stayed down.
For a month I force-fed her several times a day, tempted her with various tidbits to try and get her to eat on her own, gave her painkillers, antibiotics, and the medicine to counter the E.C. parasites twice a day, slowly fed syringe upon syringe of water in to her mouth to keep her hydrated, and injected normal saline subcutaneously. I got up an hour earlier every morning to treat her, spent the first two hours when I got home from work treating her, and got up at 3am every night to give her more fluids.
Life became working, sleeping, and taking care of Blueberry. Cleaning her, tending to her bedsores. replacing pee pads, towels, and fleeces. Of course all my other critters received less attention from me because of this, but, they all seemed to understand. There were no tantrums or bad behaviour. I managed to arrest her weight loss, but by the time I did she was nothing but bones. She did start to fill out again and I managed to maintain a good level of hydration in her. She had good days and bad days. Throughout that month I would see her more engaged, and she would scooch in a circle using her front paws, then on other days I was not sure she would survive the night. Some days she would raise her head when she heard my voice, and some days she just couldn’t manage it.
In the last week she was with us, I knew she was not going to make it. Enough time had gone by that the medicines she was on should have started to make more of a difference, but it wasn’t happening. My goal then became keeping her comfortable and helping her fight as long as she still wanted to fight. I confided in a couple of other rabbit people that I was waiting for her to tell me she was done, and I would take her in and help her to the bridge.
Blueberry had other ideas though, as she always did. She had one more impossible thing to show us. One more example of true strength of character. For about a week she had been taking solid food again. If I put some parsley or dill in with her she would eat it. When I would get home from work it would be all gone. Last Tuesday though, October 17 2017, I came home from work and almost all the dill was still in her hospital pen. I saw she was laying immobile. I got down on the floor with her and she was breathing shallowly. She would not take of her medicine which she loved, even when I put a drop on her tongue.
She had had a stroke. Based on how much dill was still in her pen it must have been only a couple of hours after I left for work. It’s just not possible, but somehow she hung on to life all day long. I can only conclude she was waiting for me. I took off her bandages. I didn’t know if she would feel it, but I wanted her to be comfortable. I reheated her snuggle safe, and her heating pad puppy. After gently laying her on them and arranging her comfortably, I lay down with her, my nose touching her nose and softly pet her head and ears. I said some things to her I needed to say, which do not need to be repeated here.
It wasn’t a long wait. It may have been 15 or 20 minutes and she just….slipped away, like stepping from one room to another. I lay with her for a few minutes more. Her boys got about an hour with her so that they would understand that she had passed, and wasn’t just missing. It’s very important for bonded bunnies to understand so that they can grieve properly and move on.
After they had their time with her, I cleaned her up and brushed her out. I put on her favourite bows, the yellow ones with the pink scrunchies, and I carefully wrapped her in the blue fleece that she liked to dig on.
Her boys are doing ok. Buster is bouncing back already, and Benji with Busters help seems to be starting to turn the corner. For me, everything seems to remind me of her. I was changing the boys litter pan the other day and beside it was the plastic baby keys she used to love to toss. I was making dinner last night and when I went to get some spices I found a syringe that I hadn’t noticed when I put away all the pet medical supplies after she passed.
Tonight, I noticed for the first time in a long time my guitar on its stand beside the couch. I hadn’t touched it since before she got sick. I looked at it for a while then picked it up. Plugging in the cord, and turning on the amp I ran through some chords. It was horribly out of tune. After a few minutes I got it sounding right again. What to play though, I was at a loss. The night Blueberry passed Gord Downie of the Tragically Hip also passed. He was probably the most beloved musician in all of Canada and spoke to our national soul. I had just started learning one of their songs shortly before she got sick though, so that was out. Then I thought about what kind of bunny she was, and what kind of life she lived. I thought about a song that I learned last year. It was the right one.
So, standing in my living room, holding my Fender Strat, I played though the Wallflowers arrangement of David Bowie’s Heroes. I can’t tell you if I played well or terribly, but it really doesn’t matter. I was playing for BB and for all the memories I have of her. I played for all the lives she touched, and I played for all the other Sudbuns that went before her. I played for her, I played for Cherry, I played for Trinky I played for all them that went too soon because of where they came from. I played for the joy she brought me and I played for the lessons I learned from her.
This is the song I played: Heroes
It was after the last note faded in the air that knew that I could finally sit down and write this and hope to do some of the small amount of honour that she deserves. I am not going to proof read this, or edit it, or correct any unwieldy language or een spelling errors. Blueberry never compromised, she never asked for a do-over. She was always certain and never looked back. So, this stands as written, a tribute to the best house rabbit the world has ever seen.
If you want to do something in her memory, foster an animal in need. Volunteer with or donate to your local rescue organization. There are a lot of Blueberries out there waiting to change lives.
Goodnight my little queen.
A special thank you to the people who helped her throughout her last month, you know who you are.