For the next five and half years, we changed our lives to try and make Jet's life easier. We rabbit-proofed our house by removing or relocating any kinds of cords or wires and making sure that poisons and hazards were inaccessible. We gave up having Christmas trees and Christmas lights because the risk to Jet was too great.

We created places for him to explore and hide, and we rearranged furniture to create spaces for him. During the first year he was with us, he decided that one of the upstairs bedrooms was his special place, and he started spending large amounts of time there.

None of the changes that we made were considered a chore; they were all done as a choice and out of our love for Jet.

Jet was our little angel-bunny. He was always happy to just spend time with us, whether we were watching TV, working on the computer, reading a book, or just sitting around. He was always a very happy bunny who enjoyed being with us as much as we enjoyed being with him.

Around October 15th, 2007, we realized that he had not been eating for a few days. We took him to his vet and he did an exam, took some x-rays, and ran a blood panel. There was no evidence of any direct blockage in his intestine, and his intestine and stomach were empty. The doctor prescribed an antibiotic. About a week later, there was no change, so we took Jet back to the vet. This time, the vet did a more extensive blood panel plus more x-rays and an ultra-sound. He also had dropped from 5.0 pounds to 4.2 pounds in one week. The prognosis was almost unthinkable - Jet was critical, but the reason why was still unclear. We took Jet home for the evening realizing that this might be our last night with him. We also realized that if immediate action could not be taken, he would not survive much longer because he was still not eating. We spent a wonderful night with Jet, and then we packed him into his carrying case for the trip to the vet. He did exploratory surgery on him and discovered that his liver was significantly enlarged. According to the vet, there were no good options. We could euthanize him, or we could run more detailed tests in the hopes of finding the cause of the problem, but even if he did find the cause, Jet would probably not survive more than a few days because of the existing damage to his liver.

We could not allow Jet to go through this kind of pain in the hopes of having just a few more days with him. So we choose the first option.

Jet never woke up from his surgery.

Jet positively affected every person he came in contact with. He was a caring and undemanding soul who never asked for anything more than getting pet and the occasional treat.

We loved him and we miss him very much.