RogerRabbit999
Mama Doe
I've taken the drastic action of putting my house for sale because I can't ever envisage a time when I can walk into Buster's and Paddington's room and not feel this awful dark heavy weight in my heart. I've tried moving my buns around but it feels disrespectful to them and it doesn't help anyway, because they are still missing. I wondered if a new house where they didn't live might be a starting point for me. I never wanted to move and love my rabbit warren of a house, but I've got to do something but can't think of anything else.
They have booked a driver to take Buster's body to my vets so that he can have a private cremation. Would I be able to see him or should I not. He's been in storage since July 3rd and had a post mortem for them to find nothing. I just don't no what to do anymore.
The rspca do so much good and 3 of my fab buns are from them. I can't and don't hate them because they do so much good, but then when these 'blips' shall we say happen, well, how and why does it happen, what's the point to it, and they then appear to go against everything in my eyes that they stand for and work hard to achieve and just nothing makes sense.
In some ways I wish I had done something wrong and been prosecuted, because that would have been a reason and made sense. But I'm just trapped now in this desolate, desperately sad world that just confuses me now.
Their attitude to me has changed completely, and they are being really nice and got me some of Buster's fur, and driving him to my vets. I spoke to Simon today and he is going to take extra special care of Buster for me, and let me no when he arrives, and he will then go to Lawnhill, and then my friend and myself are going to take him to church and give him a little service and eat rich tea biscuits in his memory.
I'm just so confused, upset and still almost in shock. I'm always such a happy, confident, out going person, but I look in the mirror, and this pale really sad stranger looks back at me. I don't know her and I definantly don't like her.
They have booked a driver to take Buster's body to my vets so that he can have a private cremation. Would I be able to see him or should I not. He's been in storage since July 3rd and had a post mortem for them to find nothing. I just don't no what to do anymore.
The rspca do so much good and 3 of my fab buns are from them. I can't and don't hate them because they do so much good, but then when these 'blips' shall we say happen, well, how and why does it happen, what's the point to it, and they then appear to go against everything in my eyes that they stand for and work hard to achieve and just nothing makes sense.
In some ways I wish I had done something wrong and been prosecuted, because that would have been a reason and made sense. But I'm just trapped now in this desolate, desperately sad world that just confuses me now.
Their attitude to me has changed completely, and they are being really nice and got me some of Buster's fur, and driving him to my vets. I spoke to Simon today and he is going to take extra special care of Buster for me, and let me no when he arrives, and he will then go to Lawnhill, and then my friend and myself are going to take him to church and give him a little service and eat rich tea biscuits in his memory.
I'm just so confused, upset and still almost in shock. I'm always such a happy, confident, out going person, but I look in the mirror, and this pale really sad stranger looks back at me. I don't know her and I definantly don't like her.
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