Morchall
Well-Known Member
This did not happen just recently, but I just made this account and it’s still fresh in my mind.
A few months ago, we lost our 3 month old rabbit Bumblez. We didn’t notice anything off about him until it was too late. He had gotten a bloated belly one day, and we were giving him gas drops and trying to massage his belly, but he started having diarrhea and died just a few hours later. We took him to get looked at and he didn’t make it back.
He was such a sweet baby boy who loved head pets and his sister Pokey. We only had him for a few weeks but we were devastated because of how young he was. Nobody expects their baby animal to die. I kept thinking, “why did this happen? Why did he have to die when he was just a baby?” We started blaming ourselves for his death even though everyone was telling us we couldn’t have known if he wasn’t showing any symptoms beforehand.
I started my pattern of being a helicopter pet parent to Pokey and her new brother because I was so afraid of losing another bunny. It’s been causing me so much stress that I have a constant upset stomach and have completely lost my appetite. I just feel panicked every single time I hear them make a noise from the living room, or whenever they eat something that’s not hay or pellets. We give them veggies as snacks, and even though I’ve checked online a million times to make sure it’s safe for them to eat, I still get super worried every time we feed them anything that isn’t hay or pellets, to the point where I don’t want to sleep so I can monitor them and make sure they don’t get sick from it. (I use present tense, because while it is not as bad as it used to be, this does still happen a lot.)
I have calmed down a bit since then because I have accepted Bumblez’ death a bit more than I originally did. He died so suddenly that I don’t think I was able to fully process the emotions. I wept every night and felt like it was so unfair that a sweet baby animal had to die, and felt like it was all my fault. I still cry sometimes, but now I’m trying to accept that his death wasn’t my fault and it’s giving me a bit more solace. I kept blaming myself for what happened and it made me so stressed out that I was not taking care of myself. But in trying to accept that there wasn’t any way I could have known, I feel like I can forgive myself a bit more and move on.
I will always love and remember my little Bumblez. Even though I didn’t have him that long, he was still my little baby and was a sweetie pie and I will miss him. His death was shocking and traumatic for both me and my fiancé, but I think if we can forgive ourselves we can let go and remember our little boy fondly instead of beating ourselves up whenever we think of him.
A few months ago, we lost our 3 month old rabbit Bumblez. We didn’t notice anything off about him until it was too late. He had gotten a bloated belly one day, and we were giving him gas drops and trying to massage his belly, but he started having diarrhea and died just a few hours later. We took him to get looked at and he didn’t make it back.
He was such a sweet baby boy who loved head pets and his sister Pokey. We only had him for a few weeks but we were devastated because of how young he was. Nobody expects their baby animal to die. I kept thinking, “why did this happen? Why did he have to die when he was just a baby?” We started blaming ourselves for his death even though everyone was telling us we couldn’t have known if he wasn’t showing any symptoms beforehand.
I started my pattern of being a helicopter pet parent to Pokey and her new brother because I was so afraid of losing another bunny. It’s been causing me so much stress that I have a constant upset stomach and have completely lost my appetite. I just feel panicked every single time I hear them make a noise from the living room, or whenever they eat something that’s not hay or pellets. We give them veggies as snacks, and even though I’ve checked online a million times to make sure it’s safe for them to eat, I still get super worried every time we feed them anything that isn’t hay or pellets, to the point where I don’t want to sleep so I can monitor them and make sure they don’t get sick from it. (I use present tense, because while it is not as bad as it used to be, this does still happen a lot.)
I have calmed down a bit since then because I have accepted Bumblez’ death a bit more than I originally did. He died so suddenly that I don’t think I was able to fully process the emotions. I wept every night and felt like it was so unfair that a sweet baby animal had to die, and felt like it was all my fault. I still cry sometimes, but now I’m trying to accept that his death wasn’t my fault and it’s giving me a bit more solace. I kept blaming myself for what happened and it made me so stressed out that I was not taking care of myself. But in trying to accept that there wasn’t any way I could have known, I feel like I can forgive myself a bit more and move on.
I will always love and remember my little Bumblez. Even though I didn’t have him that long, he was still my little baby and was a sweetie pie and I will miss him. His death was shocking and traumatic for both me and my fiancé, but I think if we can forgive ourselves we can let go and remember our little boy fondly instead of beating ourselves up whenever we think of him.