NightBlade
New Kit
Hello everyone. What I will tell here is a rather sad story, and I would like your advice on how to dea with the situation.
Two and a half weeks ago, our first and oldest bun, Pumpullo, passed away from unknown causes. The day he died, he wasn't moving much, and one of his ears was dropped to the side (like a lop, which he isn't). Me and my mom just assumed he was being lazy that day (he was a pretty lazy bun!), but then my girlfriend arrived and instantly noticed he was dying. She took him in her arms, he was limp, and as we were going to rush to the vet, he gave his last kicks and passed away. He was 2 years and 8 months old.
We gave him a proper burial in the pet cementery. My girlfriend was devastated, since she loved him the moment she laid eyes on him (she picked him up from her uncle's farm, his destiny was the oven, but Pumpullo licked her nose and that won her over). My mom loved him as well. I've never seen her cry this much, not even at my grandfather's funeral.
The only good thing that came out of this terrible ordeal was the fact that we could bring over one of his sons (her "wife", 3 children and "sister" are living in my girlfriend's house), Angel, not to fill the gap left by Pumpullo, but to brighten the mood and give him a chance.
Now to the real problem. Almost every waking moment I'm not distracted with studying or videogames, I'm just terrified that another one of my buns might die. Currently at my house we have 2 buns, Pepa and Angel, both son and daughter of the bun who died, and my gf's house has 5 buns right now. I don't know what to do I've seen people here who are happy owners of buns, and that have seen some of them pass on, how do you deal with it?
Bear in mind he was my first pet ever, so these feelings are all new to me.
Thank you for your time!
--Mark
Two and a half weeks ago, our first and oldest bun, Pumpullo, passed away from unknown causes. The day he died, he wasn't moving much, and one of his ears was dropped to the side (like a lop, which he isn't). Me and my mom just assumed he was being lazy that day (he was a pretty lazy bun!), but then my girlfriend arrived and instantly noticed he was dying. She took him in her arms, he was limp, and as we were going to rush to the vet, he gave his last kicks and passed away. He was 2 years and 8 months old.
We gave him a proper burial in the pet cementery. My girlfriend was devastated, since she loved him the moment she laid eyes on him (she picked him up from her uncle's farm, his destiny was the oven, but Pumpullo licked her nose and that won her over). My mom loved him as well. I've never seen her cry this much, not even at my grandfather's funeral.
The only good thing that came out of this terrible ordeal was the fact that we could bring over one of his sons (her "wife", 3 children and "sister" are living in my girlfriend's house), Angel, not to fill the gap left by Pumpullo, but to brighten the mood and give him a chance.
Now to the real problem. Almost every waking moment I'm not distracted with studying or videogames, I'm just terrified that another one of my buns might die. Currently at my house we have 2 buns, Pepa and Angel, both son and daughter of the bun who died, and my gf's house has 5 buns right now. I don't know what to do I've seen people here who are happy owners of buns, and that have seen some of them pass on, how do you deal with it?
Bear in mind he was my first pet ever, so these feelings are all new to me.
Thank you for your time!
--Mark