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Thursday, July 19, 2012

A sad cloud forming...

Hello everyone. I just want to say before I really get into this post and how I'm going to say this, that this will not be a beauty post. This is more of a personal post but I did want to say something about this topic. I wanted to talk about pet loss. Now, I know that those of you with pets dread this topic and even those of you without them can remember one time in your life when you lost a pet. I don't know if I have ever talked on this blog about my bunny, I didn't feel it was necessary. My bunny died day before yesterday at 2 1/2 years old. No one knows why, she was well taken care of and seemed happy. It started when my sister found her lying down, not getting up, but she was alive and seemed completed fine but just wouldn't get up. We believed she had hurt her paw or something, but didn't know what to do. Then, she wouldn't eat or drink anything, and I knew something was definitely wrong. She began to slip away, then out of nowhere began having a gruesome seizure, she was moving to much that when I thought we was just having some kind of breakdown, I tried touching her to calm her and her paws scratched up my hand. Then she was still breathing just laying there, occasionally gasping desperately for breath. And then, minutes passed and she did not gasp for air. We declared her dead after poking her, feeling her pulse, doing things that no matter what she always woke up to. We buried her in our yard 20 minutes later. What I didn't say, the most unbelievable part, is that both my parents were at far away work. My sister who was the eldest person there is only 17 and we were both freaking out. I didn't know I could be so emotional over the loss of my bunny. I'm going to hand it to you like it is: Pet Deaths suck. I know most people are always like "It gets better" but I'm not going to lie its pretty freaking terrible now. So all I can say is not to think about memories. Not to think about how you'll never feed them again, never hold them, never strokes them with your finger, never kiss them again. I can't believe how much pain I'm in and I am just hoping that the "It gets better" thing kicks in real soon.