Life... you suck!!
So... I went to Melbourne. I did my judging duty on the Saturday, after having to walk around the huge block that is the Melbourne showground to get to the necessary gate. As usual there were some outstanding bunny fleeces and some pretty ordinary ones, the Grand Champion went to a beautiful German Angora fleece from NZ.
Sunday I went on a tour to Phillip Island, I was the only Aussie on the tour but was worth it, those penguins are soooo darn cute! Sorry no pictures, they banned cameras cause idiots would use flashes which blind the penguins so all cameras (and camera phones too) were banned. But when I woke up on Monday morning I felt off, I thought that two full days had worn me out... I ended up walking the few kilometres from the hostel to the Botanical Gardens where I walked around enjoying the plants. Tuesday I had a bit of a lazy one and found out that my friend I was planning on visiting on Wednesday was having car issues and wouldn't be able to pick me up from the station, so I posted off the stuff I had brought down for her (handmade bag and spinning fibre) and spent Wednesday walking around the city, couldn't find a single shop I wanted to go shopping in so went back to my hostel and was lazy. Thursday was the trip back from Melbourne to Sydney and Friday was Sydney to home. And it was when I got home that I figured out why I felt so crappy Monday morning.
I don't even get into the car when my mother tells me that on Monday morning she came over to my place to find Ash, my beautiful English Angora rabbit lying on the floor of her crate and didn't look well, cause it was a public holiday the local bunny vet wasn't there so she called the other place she knew had a bunny vet, the place in Grafton where Ash was desexed, they said to bring her up but half way there Ash died in my Mum's arms. Needless to say I was not only pissed that my mother kept this from me for five days but that I wasn't there for her. Although I know now that even if I was home I might've missed the signs anyway.
I know that I will never replace my baby Ash but am also now super scared of getting another Angora, fearing that this'll happen to that bunny too. I'm also wondering if I threw myself into the deep end getting a long haired, high maintenance bunny as my first rabbit, I've decided to get a short haired easy care bunny... Loosing one of my 'babies' doesn't help my depression at all, in fact it makes it worse. So maybe in a year or so when my life is more stable and I've got my mental health stable I'll think of getting another angora rabbit. But I did contact a local registered breeder of 'Mini Lops' who is expecting two litters of 'broken' babies (broken is white with patches of colour) at the end of the month, but my the time the babies are ready to come home it'll be the end of December.
I have thought about adopting a rescue bunny but as much as I love Loki I kind of prefer to know the history of my pets... or at least their age and so forth. Mean I know.
RIP Phoenix Rising - "Ash"
Sunday I went on a tour to Phillip Island, I was the only Aussie on the tour but was worth it, those penguins are soooo darn cute! Sorry no pictures, they banned cameras cause idiots would use flashes which blind the penguins so all cameras (and camera phones too) were banned. But when I woke up on Monday morning I felt off, I thought that two full days had worn me out... I ended up walking the few kilometres from the hostel to the Botanical Gardens where I walked around enjoying the plants. Tuesday I had a bit of a lazy one and found out that my friend I was planning on visiting on Wednesday was having car issues and wouldn't be able to pick me up from the station, so I posted off the stuff I had brought down for her (handmade bag and spinning fibre) and spent Wednesday walking around the city, couldn't find a single shop I wanted to go shopping in so went back to my hostel and was lazy. Thursday was the trip back from Melbourne to Sydney and Friday was Sydney to home. And it was when I got home that I figured out why I felt so crappy Monday morning.
I don't even get into the car when my mother tells me that on Monday morning she came over to my place to find Ash, my beautiful English Angora rabbit lying on the floor of her crate and didn't look well, cause it was a public holiday the local bunny vet wasn't there so she called the other place she knew had a bunny vet, the place in Grafton where Ash was desexed, they said to bring her up but half way there Ash died in my Mum's arms. Needless to say I was not only pissed that my mother kept this from me for five days but that I wasn't there for her. Although I know now that even if I was home I might've missed the signs anyway.
I know that I will never replace my baby Ash but am also now super scared of getting another Angora, fearing that this'll happen to that bunny too. I'm also wondering if I threw myself into the deep end getting a long haired, high maintenance bunny as my first rabbit, I've decided to get a short haired easy care bunny... Loosing one of my 'babies' doesn't help my depression at all, in fact it makes it worse. So maybe in a year or so when my life is more stable and I've got my mental health stable I'll think of getting another angora rabbit. But I did contact a local registered breeder of 'Mini Lops' who is expecting two litters of 'broken' babies (broken is white with patches of colour) at the end of the month, but my the time the babies are ready to come home it'll be the end of December.
I have thought about adopting a rescue bunny but as much as I love Loki I kind of prefer to know the history of my pets... or at least their age and so forth. Mean I know.
RIP Phoenix Rising - "Ash"