Yesterday, my white rabbit, Stew, aka Hazel, but mostly Stew, died in my arms while we were at the vet. She’d been acting weird for the past few weeks, some days happily hopping around her indoor pen, while on other days having no interest in food or me. Yesterday, her breathing became labored and she couldn’t move his hind legs. Chris and I took her the vet and while I was waiting she died in my arms.
A little background on Stew. On October 6, 2014, a friend and I found a cardboard box in the marsh along Elsie Ave. Inside was a frightened white rabbit missing a toe.
Sparky was alive when I found Stew and they got to know each other rather quickly. Now they’re both gone.
On October 30, 2014, Stew helped me build her pen which I kept in my office. She had the run of the house back then and learned to use his litter box rather quickly. She was a good little bunny.
This is how the name and gender thing happened. I originally named Stew Hazel, from the rabbit in the book, Watership Down, by Richard Adams.
Chris thought the name Hazel was a bit odd, and pointed out a better name would be Stew, since Hazel is a rabbit and rabbit stew is delicious. Thus, Hazel became Stew.
In January, 2017, I had a hysterectomy, and Stew went in to be snipped. Surprise, surprise, he had no penis but two, well-developed ovaries. Can you say Stewina?
That same month Isabella arrived, a rescued Himalayan rabbit.
Things have been rocking along since Isabella arrived. Stew loved the company. I eventually built them an indoor run down in the basement and a second run outside for the summer months. They had a ball and every time I visited them Stew would hop over to me and cuddle. He loved to have the space between his ears scratched. He was a sweet little bunny.
But now Stew is gone and Isabella is alone. I’ll take a drive to Nevins Farm, the MSPCA adoption center in Methuen, and adopt another rescued rabbit for Isabella.
Did I mention Stew died in my arms?
Blessed be :}