My Marvin’s a Flemish giant. I got him when I was 17 because I was a teenager with adult money. I had always wanted a bunny, but my parents never allowed it. You bet that when I had the opportunity to adopt one, I did ASAP!

Marvin is now 8 years old. He’s declined quite quickly these past few months. The vet said he’s got some of the worst arthritis he’s ever seen in a rabbit. Along with a few other health issues, it’s very clear that Mr. Marvin doesn’t have much time left with us. I took him home with some pain medication and a few things to look out for to know when it’s time.

Owning a rabbit was by far one of the most high maintenance things I’ve ever engaged in. It’s also shifted my entire view on “beginner pets”. I LOVE rabbits; they’re cute (obviously) but they’re so stinking smart and personable. As a working college student, and then as a full-time working adult, I often found myself stuck between a rock and a hard place. I didn’t always think I was the best owner for Marvin (I’m deathly allergic to rabbits, who would’ve guessed?) but I was also terrified of rehoming him to someone who wouldn’t have taken care of him properly.

Marvin free-roamed our living room. I took extra care to ease my allergies because I refused to crate him in a corner. I vacuumed every day. I spent way too much money on bunny hospitalization two years ago because of an ear infection. I remember being 19 pinching pennies to make sure he always had food. Taking care of him was so difficult that if my future kids ever ask for a rabbit, I’ll get them a dog instead.

But now he and I are at the end, and man is it hard. This little bunny followed me everywhere. I’m now 25, and he’s a little old man. He used to be such a menace! Have you ever tried to clip the nails of a 15lb creature with hind legs as strong as a 315 horsepower engine? He gave me many a scratch, but never a bite, so I think he cared about me too at least a little bit - as grumpy as he was 24/7.

I will probably leave this subreddit when the time comes. Clutch your bunnies close. I know I’m going to miss mine when he’s gone.