Last Friday morning we discovered both of the bun-buns had died. We had had a heat wave that got up to 105 degrees. The frozen water bottle we put in the cage was not enough to keep them cool. The adult bunnies were all ok, even the ones on the ground without frozen water bottles, but apparently the heat was too much for the babies.
Haven was the one who discovered them. As he was walking to the cage he thought they were sleeping and thought they were cute. Then he got closer and noticed they were dead. He took it really, really hard. He was so heartbroken. Even Marshall teared up several times. Marshall has never liked rabbits much but had really bonded with them too.
There's a million should've, would've, could'ves going through our minds about how this could've been prevented. They were both ready to go to new homes, and the white one had already been chosen by a family, who had come a few weeks back to visit her.
Haven has struggled with angry feelings toward God. Wondering why God allowed this to happen when He could've so easily stopped it from happening. Lots of life lessons in this for him.
We worked so hard to save them when they were born and we raised them until they were weaned, just to have this happen. It's sad. And I can't help feeling responsible for what happened.
I don't for a minute regret saving them at birth. They brought us so much joy while we had them. They will be greatly missed.