The thing about Foof is that there was never a moment when we didn’t love her, from the moment we met her. She was so sweet. (Actually that’s a word that comes up a lot when people talk about Fluffleupagus.) I think she probably licked almost every human she ever met. Mostly our feet, because she liked to stay on the ground, but anywhere she could reach was fine. You could trust her with babies, rabbit noobs, anyone.
She had a sense of adventure. If you let her, she got into everything and went everywhere.
As she got older, she had a lot of health problems (she was a pure bred Flemish Giant we got from a breeder, with all of the concomitant problems). She had glaucoma by the time she was three — her doctor thought it was possibly congenital. And cataracts too, so she didn’t see very well. Then this last year or two she got arthritis, or something similar.
She dealt with her daily eye drops (cosopt, diclofenac, and edta just like a human would for glaucoma and her other eye problems) with so much patience. And when we had to give her antibiotics she submitted to that too, although she didn’t like it. You know what she did like though? She ate her Metacam (for pain from arthritis) with gusto; it was never a problem to give her Metacam. Although she was a big bunny (15 lbs. at her most heavy) she was easy and mellow.
This past year, something caused nerve damage and she lost the use of her back legs, especially the right back leg. She was reduced to crawling around instead of hopping. Then she lost control of her muscle that peed. She could still hold her urine, but she had to have her bladder expressed at least once per day. She also started to get eye ulcers that didn’t heal. She still ate enthusiastically, sipped up her Metacam, crawled around all over (we put yoga mats down to give her extra cushioning and traction). We stopped putting litter in her litter box, just lots of hay. Not that she was ever a fastidious bunny. Fluffle always thought close enough was good enough.
Fluffleupagus passed away on Tuesday, September 6th, 2016. She was six years old. At the end, she had acute kidney failure. Dr. Harvey (a great rabbit vet) put her in an incubator, gave her fluids (through her ear), and a catheter to remove her urine since she couldn’t pee, but still. She was tired, and not feeling well. We decided to put her to sleep, but we were so grateful that she held on for us to say goodbye. Rest in peace, my beautiful, sweet bun. Kisses.