So two weeks ago, I took Waffles to the emergency vet, convinced something was wrong because I thought he hadn't been drinking enough water and he'd ignored his food. It turned out I was--well, hysterical. After a few tests and etc, we brought him home, because he was fine. He was just being a rabbit.
Not so much apparently. I got a call as I was leaving work, on time and everything. My son was checking on Waffles and found he'd already passed on.