Mischief and Tinker's Mum
Wise Old Thumper
I'd seen a rabbit for adoption at my local rescue centre. I though he sounded like a lovely bunny; friendly and loved cuddles. It also said he was extremely good at jumping so I thought he'd love to do a bit of rabbit jumping like Hector does. A few weeks after seeing the bunny online, Mischief passed away due to an abscess in his jaw. It was one of the most heartbreaking experiences of my life. I'm filled with guilt about something that happened the night he died though...
I woke up to check on Mischief in the night. He seemed tired but ok so I tried to get back to sleep. When I was trying to sleep I had a flashing image in my mind of the rabbit at my local rescue. :? I was disgusted at myself; how I could think of another rabbit when my poor Mischief was dying?!
It was about 10 minutes later when I don't know why but I just felt I had to check on Mischief one more time, something didn't seem right. It was then that he was trying to pass away. I picked him up and he slipped away in my arms. I miss him more than anything and I feel so guilty that I had this image of the rescue bunny in my head! I've kept quiet about it for so long but I had to tell someone. I told my mum and she said maybe it was a message from Mischief telling me I need to adopt the rescue bunny. I don't know though. I'd just feel like I was replacing him. I just want someone to adopt the rescue bun so I can forget about the thought in my mind.
I woke up to check on Mischief in the night. He seemed tired but ok so I tried to get back to sleep. When I was trying to sleep I had a flashing image in my mind of the rabbit at my local rescue. :? I was disgusted at myself; how I could think of another rabbit when my poor Mischief was dying?!
It was about 10 minutes later when I don't know why but I just felt I had to check on Mischief one more time, something didn't seem right. It was then that he was trying to pass away. I picked him up and he slipped away in my arms. I miss him more than anything and I feel so guilty that I had this image of the rescue bunny in my head! I've kept quiet about it for so long but I had to tell someone. I told my mum and she said maybe it was a message from Mischief telling me I need to adopt the rescue bunny. I don't know though. I'd just feel like I was replacing him. I just want someone to adopt the rescue bun so I can forget about the thought in my mind.
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