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I never got the chance to actually mourn over my bunny Popcorn. The morning she died, I had took a bath to just try feeling clean and sat down in the living room. And my mom wants to drive to the same pet store we had gotten her from 2 hours away.. MIND YOU ITS BARELY BEEN AN HOUR SINCE POPCORN DIED IN MY DADS HANDS INFRONT OF ME, SEIZING. Fortunately, they didn’t have anymore bunnies there, so I was waiting to go home. But my mom finds a woman on Craigslist.. and we drive 3/4 hours, for two rabbits… which I had to take care of by myself. I only said yes to one rabbit in a state of numbness, and then my mom got one too for some fucking reason. She didn’t help me in the goddamn slightest.
And then I had to give those two to an animal shelter because I couldn’t fucking take care of two new rabbits when I haven’t even processed that my fucking baby bunny that I love with my all heart died. And I don’t know why she died at all. I did everything right. That morning, we called so many animal hospitals and no one knew how to help a bunny , they just led us in circles and circles. It was awful.