RIP River....
In the last four weeks, I've spent almost two months' salary on surgery for the other bunny. Four days ago, I lost the relationship that I moved to Cali to pursue. My right wrist was injured and I couldn't even open a bottle of water for the past week until today.
I rushed home right after being pulled into a last-minute meeting at work - today my wrist had finally recovered enough to use a mouse, so I could finally clean the bunnies' cage and let them out to play again. (I couldn't open their corral with one hand, so they had been locked in there for a week, with me throwing food in from the top.)
I thought she was sleeping.
But her eyes were open.
Her fur was warm.
But her chest was still.
And I could feel no pulse.
I can't stop crying.
I rushed home right after being pulled into a last-minute meeting at work - today my wrist had finally recovered enough to use a mouse, so I could finally clean the bunnies' cage and let them out to play again. (I couldn't open their corral with one hand, so they had been locked in there for a week, with me throwing food in from the top.)
I thought she was sleeping.
But her eyes were open.
Her fur was warm.
But her chest was still.
And I could feel no pulse.
I can't stop crying.