I also told myself "i won't have another one" after having to lay my first bunny boy to rest at the vet because his abcess had gone far too wild without any care to it. (I also struggled to find a bunny-good vet and that was during peak quarantine time, when everyone waited whole months for things.) Two hours later we were back home with two rabbits, one being the dead boy and the other a young buckling that was very much alive and literally kicking.
Few months later i was laughing at having said "never again" for i had a bonded bunny bro pair, and i laughed at having ever said it, again, when the newer of the bonded bunnies gave up on life and we got the lonely sir a lovely lady to bond with. I have learned to know better and didn't say "never again" when the young sir, after the best vets' care, gave up on life as well. I know that i'll keep getting rabbits even if losing them hurts me. Because their love has always been greater.
There are few who can actually take "never again" and keep their word.
I, sensitive and soft-hearted as i am, failed in mere hours... and i kept failing. And that's okay. Love is an open world, a blade with two edges, medium risk with high reward. Be open to it, accept it, but give yourself plenty of time to heal. However long you need, whatever methods you use, as long as you stay safe. Call up a friend to talk to, write a letter to your ladybun. Vent all you want on the forum. Scroll through her pictures and sob until you have no more tears for the night. Yell your voice hoarse if your neighbours won't be bothered. Get a cup of mint tea to soothe yourself. Every safe option you can think of is a valid one. I even ended up calling myself an ambulance during my latest grieving as i couldn't feel safe on my own. People were surprised but everyone accepted it. You might find that you can look back on your memories fondly without ache in the next week. You might still have almost the same amount of hurt a year from now. Either way, and anything in between is totally valid and okay. Those who don't get that losing love hurts (or the "it's just a pet/plant etc, stop crying over them, it's not real/you're not a kid to cry for that") can go eat a bush. Or read a book on human emotions and processing of loss. Even if it is just a, say, cactus that withered, if one cared for and loved it, watched it grow, they would feel sad that it no longer lived, and that's only natural. People have emotions for a reason. It's okay to be weak and feel hurt, and those who can't understand that should have no say in how others should act or feel.
(It's a mixture of what i've been told during my own grievings, and what i would've liked to be told, and what i like to tell others in grieving)
Even though we might say "never again," fate, circumstances, chance or whatever one might call it, may have other plans for us. Sometimes things just happen and one might get another pet even if they hadn't really planned to do so..
Whatever the future brings, be kind to yourself. Your lady is happily watching from somewhere safe, grateful that she had a good chance at life, the best possible one you could give her.
Few months later i was laughing at having said "never again" for i had a bonded bunny bro pair, and i laughed at having ever said it, again, when the newer of the bonded bunnies gave up on life and we got the lonely sir a lovely lady to bond with. I have learned to know better and didn't say "never again" when the young sir, after the best vets' care, gave up on life as well. I know that i'll keep getting rabbits even if losing them hurts me. Because their love has always been greater.
There are few who can actually take "never again" and keep their word.
I, sensitive and soft-hearted as i am, failed in mere hours... and i kept failing. And that's okay. Love is an open world, a blade with two edges, medium risk with high reward. Be open to it, accept it, but give yourself plenty of time to heal. However long you need, whatever methods you use, as long as you stay safe. Call up a friend to talk to, write a letter to your ladybun. Vent all you want on the forum. Scroll through her pictures and sob until you have no more tears for the night. Yell your voice hoarse if your neighbours won't be bothered. Get a cup of mint tea to soothe yourself. Every safe option you can think of is a valid one. I even ended up calling myself an ambulance during my latest grieving as i couldn't feel safe on my own. People were surprised but everyone accepted it. You might find that you can look back on your memories fondly without ache in the next week. You might still have almost the same amount of hurt a year from now. Either way, and anything in between is totally valid and okay. Those who don't get that losing love hurts (or the "it's just a pet/plant etc, stop crying over them, it's not real/you're not a kid to cry for that") can go eat a bush. Or read a book on human emotions and processing of loss. Even if it is just a, say, cactus that withered, if one cared for and loved it, watched it grow, they would feel sad that it no longer lived, and that's only natural. People have emotions for a reason. It's okay to be weak and feel hurt, and those who can't understand that should have no say in how others should act or feel.
(It's a mixture of what i've been told during my own grievings, and what i would've liked to be told, and what i like to tell others in grieving)
Even though we might say "never again," fate, circumstances, chance or whatever one might call it, may have other plans for us. Sometimes things just happen and one might get another pet even if they hadn't really planned to do so..
Whatever the future brings, be kind to yourself. Your lady is happily watching from somewhere safe, grateful that she had a good chance at life, the best possible one you could give her.
i was her dad and it was my duty to protect her , maybe she got weak because of injection maybe not but i am responsible for it
