sugarnspice
Young Bun
I ummed and Ahhhed about whether to post this in here, or in general bunny chat. I chose here because... well I'm not sure really. I guess I hope that if someone comes to post in here about losing their beloved bunny- they may stumble across this post and see that, in time, it gets easier.
It was 4 months ago yesterday Scampi crossed the bridge. At the beginning of October it was my mum's birthday (the same day that Scampi broke his leg as well), we have this tradition where the animals all 'sign the card from themselves'. It was just as I was listing the animals in my head that I realised it was the first one I had done where Scampi wasn't on it. Not a day goes by that I don't remember him, but that really brought it home yet again that my little friend is no longer around.
Another one was when recalling a childhood memory to my O/H, Scampi so happened to be in it and it made me realise just how much of a part of my life he was... He was a house bunny. He saw me go from a girl to a young woman (Bought him when I was 8, he was put to sleep when I was/am eighteen).
I am usually a very rational person, I'm not religious (not that I am saying religion is irrational) and I try to explain any paranormal experiences etc. But when Scampi passed, that went out the window- especially after I had a dream about him. It was the night he passed away and it was so, so vivid.
He was lying in his cage, exactly the same position as when I last saw him on the vets table. I bent down to pick him up and slowly but surely he came round and started to lick my cheeks where tears had fallen. I woke up suddenly and obviously in floods of tears. I can't help but try and rationalise this to myself.... but somewhere I can't help but not believe the rationalisations. I was blaming myself for the whole evening as I gave the final nod to have him PTS (literally- I just couldn't bring myself to actually answer yes). I so desperatly want to belive he 'visited me in a dream' to tell me it was alright, it wasn't my fault and not to be upset.
I also started having thoughts of 'What if he's alone/lonely/frightened/unsure'... thoughts which are usually really not me!
I read a quote the other day... I'm not sure which adjective to use to that... 'Lovely quote' doesn't seem quite right. But here it is:
"When you die, a piece of me will die with you. You will never be alone because wherever your soul may go. That piece of me will follow"
Sometimes when I'm stood watching a sunset, or looking at a lovely view. Or even just looking out to sea when the sky is blue. It sounds crazy but out of no-where he'll pop into my head and it's almost like he's there, you know?
So you see, whilst I miss physically having him here with me. It's almost like I can't miss him.
It was commented by a few people that he obviously loved me... So I don't know- maybe in a beautifully irrational way, when a piece of me went with him, maybe a piece of him stayed with me.
"Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear"
It was 4 months ago yesterday Scampi crossed the bridge. At the beginning of October it was my mum's birthday (the same day that Scampi broke his leg as well), we have this tradition where the animals all 'sign the card from themselves'. It was just as I was listing the animals in my head that I realised it was the first one I had done where Scampi wasn't on it. Not a day goes by that I don't remember him, but that really brought it home yet again that my little friend is no longer around.
Another one was when recalling a childhood memory to my O/H, Scampi so happened to be in it and it made me realise just how much of a part of my life he was... He was a house bunny. He saw me go from a girl to a young woman (Bought him when I was 8, he was put to sleep when I was/am eighteen).
I am usually a very rational person, I'm not religious (not that I am saying religion is irrational) and I try to explain any paranormal experiences etc. But when Scampi passed, that went out the window- especially after I had a dream about him. It was the night he passed away and it was so, so vivid.
He was lying in his cage, exactly the same position as when I last saw him on the vets table. I bent down to pick him up and slowly but surely he came round and started to lick my cheeks where tears had fallen. I woke up suddenly and obviously in floods of tears. I can't help but try and rationalise this to myself.... but somewhere I can't help but not believe the rationalisations. I was blaming myself for the whole evening as I gave the final nod to have him PTS (literally- I just couldn't bring myself to actually answer yes). I so desperatly want to belive he 'visited me in a dream' to tell me it was alright, it wasn't my fault and not to be upset.
I also started having thoughts of 'What if he's alone/lonely/frightened/unsure'... thoughts which are usually really not me!
I read a quote the other day... I'm not sure which adjective to use to that... 'Lovely quote' doesn't seem quite right. But here it is:
"When you die, a piece of me will die with you. You will never be alone because wherever your soul may go. That piece of me will follow"
Sometimes when I'm stood watching a sunset, or looking at a lovely view. Or even just looking out to sea when the sky is blue. It sounds crazy but out of no-where he'll pop into my head and it's almost like he's there, you know?
So you see, whilst I miss physically having him here with me. It's almost like I can't miss him.
It was commented by a few people that he obviously loved me... So I don't know- maybe in a beautifully irrational way, when a piece of me went with him, maybe a piece of him stayed with me.
"Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear"