My son and I lost our pet rabbit Freckles today. My husband is away so wasn't involved at all. He had gotten her extra carrot tops before he went away Thursday. That was so sweet.
Freckles' last few hours were bad for her and us. And then a decision had to be made. I made what seemed like the best choice. I've never had to do that for a pet before.
The life force will get moving again; there will be new signs and feelings of hope. Not really so far. My son and I went to my niece's birthday party after Freckles died. That was somewhat nice and included seeing my 10 month old niece walking. We hadn't seen that before. Still, it wasn't a great time.
My pet was a rabbit. To some, it may seem like just a rabbit. I totally know that it's not the end of the world. But her death made me feel awful. That's real, raw. I'm not going to tell myself I shouldn't feel a certain way nor can anyone else. I felt awful; I admit it. To not do so would be wrong and is possibly how we go wrong in our emotional and/or mental health. Feeling awful isn't fun but it's honest and it's not forever.
I don't have a bunny to bring food to tonight. Her cage is empty. She is missed.