Thanks so much to everyone...including those that have sent me little notes on Messenger. Know that I love you all, but I just can't talk right now. I would call, Ali, but I just don't have a voice right now...I couldn't even answer the phone when Peg called to let me know she was gone...I had to give Danny the phone because I just didn't have a voice to answer with, nor could I hear it myself. I already knew, and was already weeping for my baby as the words came out of her mouth. I threw up right after he hung up, it was just so horrible...
I would watch those videos...but I just can't right now. I looked at some pictures of her last night...it was just too much. Danny had to pry me away from the computer...I didn't want to leave all I had left of my baby girl.
I spent last night cuddling the little SweetPea-ish bunny stuffy that we got at an auction at the BunFest a few weekends ago...trying to fool myself into thinking she was my Drew baby...but then it would hit me that she just wasn't...and I would break down all over again. I've gotten about four and a half hours' sleep...and just can't convince myself to get back to sleep again, despite how tired I am.
Danny hugged me all night...hoping it would help...but she's just gone, and there's nothing that can really take that horrible circumstance away.
The wind...I know my baby rode the wind here. They say it's the Santa Ana's...but even Danny remarked that the wind wasn't warm like the Santa Ana's are supposed to be...even he knew it was my little baby bunny, riding the crazy wind here...causing mischief along the way, as only my Drew could.
I'm so tired that right now I just feel kinda numb. So much has happened lately, that this too was such a shock...and it was so sudden...I just don't understand why it had to happen. I don't understand what I'm supposed to learn from this...
Thoughts keep hitting me...one less cage we're going to build...one less pretty little mouth that we're going to have the joy of feeding...one less sweet face giving me that expectant look for the huge bundle of hay in my hand...one less girl dancing for the boys...I just don't know what to think...but I certainly know how I feel. I feel like Peg and I were robbed, and it just isn't fair, no matter how you look at it. Why do we have to miss our sweet little baby...she was only JUST over eight months old.
I took Drew's folder out last night to write down that she'd passed...and broke down because there isn't really anything in her folder yet...I didn't even get to write down a Gotcha Day...not a scrap of paper...and I just felt as empty as that folder.
Emily wrote two little notes that she said were from Drew, saying she's here, and she loves me...I'm going to put those in her folder, so she at least has SOMETHING there...my poor sweetheart...I can't bear the thought of her folder being completely bare...it's not fair to her.
I just don't understand...