Our Lionhead rabbit Chompy died on Saturday. She was 7 years old, which seems to be in the upper years for a house rabbit. It came as a shock to us because she was healthy her whole life. In fact just a few months prior our wonderful Vet (Dr. Munn) deemed her to be ultra healthy, so it was very shocking. She and Huey weren’t eating properly and this is not good for rabbits. Their conditions could devolve very quickly. We fed them both critical care (like ensure or boost for rabbits), and Huey got better. Chompy didn’t. We don’t know what she died of… it could have been a heart attack or something massive.
She was unlike herself, not annoyed at being touched. I even brought her to the couch and napped and cuddled with her for quite some time. In hindsight, that should have set off bigger alarm bells than it did. Hindsight is a horrible beast, though. It’s not a great road to let my thoughts go down. We both feel rather guilty… but dwelling won’t make anything better.
I’m surprised by how much I can miss her, especially considering that she wasn’t very affectionate. She didn’t like to cuddle, or be petted. Rabbits are not as interactive as cats and dogs. But we loved her. And we miss her terribly.
This is from the day we brought her home, back in May of 2006. 
