They were to the vet not long ago, Bitsy, and her 'husbun' Boos, and received a clean bill of health. She was just quiet this wknd. Fri and Sat she was out playing and running with Boos. Yesterday, she was lazy and didn't come out. I have their frozen bottles, and fans, for the heat. Saterday, she pulled some fur from her side. I thought she might be going through a false pregnancy, since she is spayed and Boos is neutered. It didnt look like a bite or anything, just like she pulled out her fur.
I picked her up and was holding and kissing her, and she gave me some bunny kisses, which she hadnt given me since she was a baby. I made up her little cage, to bring her to work today and take her to the vet, and put her in my room with the a/c on.
She let me pet and kiss her, which was unusual for high strung Bitsy!
I had her on my bed, I was laying with her, and kissing her, and stroking her trying to ease her, around midnight, she got up from my arms, and acted like she had to throw up, i was crying, because I know bunnies don't throw up, and I knew it was bad. I held her, and cried, and selfishly asked her to please hold on until she could get to the vet, and she just passed. I have no clue why, or how, but my baby died. I was hysterical of course, and still am really upset over it. My pets are my children.
What makes it all even worse, is that her husbun is all alone now. Bunnies form strong bonds with their mates, and he is acting mean to me. He wont let me near their condo. I work 14 hours a day so I know he needs another mate, but I don't have the time it takes to bond bunnies while working so much, and not knowing why Bitsy died, makes it scarey to bring in another bunny. So, theres the guilt on top of the grief. It really stinks because I'm home all alone, but those we don't speak of hated my animals because they took attention away from him. (I actually have this in writing) He was selfish and wouldn't have cared anyways! Most people can appreciate a persons love, and compassion for other's, even if they are furry. Not him.
Bitsy, would have been 1 this Thursday, 6/16/05, she was just a baby! The cats loved her like a cat, and she loved them like bunnies.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Goodbye my little Bitsy Booble,I will see you at the bridge!!!
You can see more of Bitsy, Boo's and my other furkids at their webpage
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