JimD
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I'm so sorry!
Thoughts and prayers sent.
Thoughts and prayers sent.
What went wrong :(
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northerndancer
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So sorry for your loss. Losing a dear pet can be so hard. She looked like a beautiful bunny.
honeybunnie8
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Carolyn wrote:
The picture of her as the easter bunny is a picture I edited. Thebackground is really of Iceland. I just added her to the picture.
I forgot to ask for her ashs at the vet, I was to upset to think aboutthat. And I called today to find out if they are still availabe andthere not.
Thanks for the avatar.This is a beautiful picture of Sprinkles, the Easter Bunny.
She certainly was loved and lucky to have been in such a wonderful home.
She's beautiful and watching over. You'll see her againsomeday and then you'll never have to say good-byeagain.
I love her name.
-Carolyn
P.S. You could use this picture as your avatar.
The picture of her as the easter bunny is a picture I edited. Thebackground is really of Iceland. I just added her to the picture.
I forgot to ask for her ashs at the vet, I was to upset to think aboutthat. And I called today to find out if they are still availabe andthere not.
sfritzp
Well-Known Member
I am so sorry - it is hard. I lost my bun - wholooked very much like your Sprinkles - very beautiful - except blackand white, 6 weeks ago. Rexs are so special.
Does sound like a blockage/GI stasis. It is SO HARD to tell sometimeswhen they are not well, as they 'hide' their symptoms. Don't blameyourself. Know that you gave her a wonderful life.
Does sound like a blockage/GI stasis. It is SO HARD to tell sometimeswhen they are not well, as they 'hide' their symptoms. Don't blameyourself. Know that you gave her a wonderful life.
erin
Well-Known Member
now your baby runs and hops in heavenshe is still in your heart.
my heart goes out to you.
erin
she is still in your heart.my heart goes out to you.
erin
bluebird
Well-Known Member
Im sorry your bunny died.Sometimes they die with no symptoms.bluebird
herobunnylover
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That's a cute rabbit! I breed a rabbit that looked like that.
Paiten :dude:
Paiten :dude:
bunnylover78642
Well-Known Member
My bunny is pregnant and she looks exactly likethat... Her name is Bell and she is a mini-rex. I really am sorry andhope you are doing alright!
Zee
Well-Known Member
Im so sorry to hear about Sprinkles . It is hard to deal with a loss. I lost one of my buns Xmas Day a few years ago.
Sprinkles is in a very happy place with all of our lost buns. She willbe well cared for and have lots of fun until the time comes that shejoins her mummy again.
You sound like such a loving person. Seek out another bun that needsthe love and care that only a true bunny lover like yourself can give.
Zara
. It is hard to deal with a loss. I lost one of my buns Xmas Day a few years ago. Sprinkles is in a very happy place with all of our lost buns. She willbe well cared for and have lots of fun until the time comes that shejoins her mummy again.
You sound like such a loving person. Seek out another bun that needsthe love and care that only a true bunny lover like yourself can give.
Zara
honeybunnie8 wrote:
When I think about him, I remember this first poem and itdoes help. Pardon the length of this post, but I amhoping that something you read below gives you a different vision andgives you comfort.
I completely agree with Zee that someone that has a big a heart as youdo hopefully will get another bunny or pet of some kind.It'sa hard choice to make though, especially when theirleaving hurts so badly.
-Carolyn
* * * * *
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
-Mary K. Frye
* * * * *a fewmore favorites of mine are as follows * * * * * *
The first one was posted by m.e. a while back....
Choices
by Anne Kolaczyk
February 5, 1998
The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing,chasing each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked likeso much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness of thepond's water, he could see his mommy. And she was crying.
He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work,he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet, and Mommy'simage danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.
"Is something wrong?"
The little orange boy turned around. A lady was standing at the edge ofthe pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The little orange boysighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a mistake," he said."I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the water. It wasstarting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back. "I'mjust a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn'tsupposed to come here yet."
The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boyclimbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good.When she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked,he started to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'mafraid there is no mistake. You are supposed to be here, and your mommyknows it deep down in her heart." the lady said.
The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And Daddy too."
"But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."
"That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one hadever said anything and he had listened when they thought he wassleeping. All he had heard them talk about was how cute he was or howfast he was or how big he was getting.
"No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose tears."
"No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"
The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made himfeel safe and loved and warm-but he still worried about his mommy. "Letme tell you a story," the lady said.
The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo andRobin. Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte andObie.
Dogs too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a lizardnamed Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster namedOdo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting.
She smiled at them and began:
~ ~ ~
A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were lonesome and asked the angel to help them.
The angel took them to a wall of windows and let them look out thefirst window at all sorts of things-dolls and stuffed animals and carsand toys and sporting events.
"Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from being lonesome."
"Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."
"You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.
But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge."Things are okay to love," they said, "but they don't care that we lovethem."
The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked outat all sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said."They will know you love them."
So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.
Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, somejust had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all cameback to the Angel in Charge.
"They know we love them," they told the angel, "but they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."
So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots ofpeople walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you tolove," the angel told them. So the Loving Ones hurried off to findother people to love. "You have chosen Commitment," the angel said.
But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge."People were okay to love," they said, "but sometimes they stoppedloving us and left. They broke our hearts."
The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you." he said. "You will have to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."
As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one sideand hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittensand dogs and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The otherLoving Ones hurried over. "What about these?" they asked.
But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal EmpathyTrainers," he said, "but there's a problem with their systemoperations."
"Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.
"Yes," the angel said.
"Would they love us back?" another asked.
"Yes." the angel said.
"Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.
"No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."
"Then these are what we want." the Loving Ones said.
But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You will have to feed these animals."
"That's all right," the Loving Ones said.
"You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."
"We don't care."
The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets wereand picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected inthe animals' eyes.
"They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer awarranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systemsmalfunction very quickly, others last a long time."
But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm littlebodies and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thoughtthey would burst. "We will take our chances." they said.
"You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are sodependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designedto outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."
The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "Thatis how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."
The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen Tears." he whispered.
~ ~ ~
"So it is," the kind lady told the kitties, "and so each mommy anddaddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that oneday it will leave them, and they will cry."
The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.
"Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."
"Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to theedge of the pond. His mommy was still there and still crying. "Will sheever stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.
She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowinghow much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he madethem special."
She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off herfingers. "He made them healing tears, formed from the special waterhere. Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of purring andpetting and shared love. And the promise of love once again. As yourmommy cries, she is healing.
"In time, she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks ofyou. And then she will open her heart again to another little baby."
"But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.
The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will loveagain. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy andSnowball and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how sheliked.
"Look," she said, "the butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?"
The other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't readyto leave his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"
The kind lady nodded. "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looksat. You'll be in the purr of every cat she pets. And late at night,when she's fast asleep, your spirit will snuggle up close to her andyou both will feel at peace. One day soon, you can even send her arainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for when it's her turnto come."
"I would like that." the little orange boy said and took one long lookat his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears, and he knewshe had remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.
"I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glancedover at the others, running and playing and laughing with thebutterflies. "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around,I promise."
Then he turned and raced after the others.
* * * * * * * * * *
GOODBYE DEAR FRIEND
They say memories are golden,
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories.
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you.
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly.
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway,
and heartache make a lane,
I would walk the path to Heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same;
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.
-Anonymous
* * * * * * * *
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her sails to the morningbreeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching until she fades onthe horizon, and someone at my side says, "She is gone!"
Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not in her. Just at the momentwhen someone says "She is gone," there are others who are watching hercoming. Other voices take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that[/i] isdying.
-Anonymous
Unfortunately, I did that with one of my rabbits.I forgot to ask for her ashs at the vet, I was to upset tothink about that. And I called today to find out if they are stillavailabe and there not.
When I think about him, I remember this first poem and itdoes help. Pardon the length of this post, but I amhoping that something you read below gives you a different vision andgives you comfort. I completely agree with Zee that someone that has a big a heart as youdo hopefully will get another bunny or pet of some kind.It'sa hard choice to make though, especially when theirleaving hurts so badly.
-Carolyn
* * * * *
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
-Mary K. Frye
* * * * *a fewmore favorites of mine are as follows * * * * * *
The first one was posted by m.e. a while back....
Choices
by Anne Kolaczyk
February 5, 1998
The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing,chasing each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked likeso much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness of thepond's water, he could see his mommy. And she was crying.
He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work,he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet, and Mommy'simage danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.
"Is something wrong?"
The little orange boy turned around. A lady was standing at the edge ofthe pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The little orange boysighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a mistake," he said."I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the water. It wasstarting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back. "I'mjust a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn'tsupposed to come here yet."
The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boyclimbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good.When she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked,he started to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'mafraid there is no mistake. You are supposed to be here, and your mommyknows it deep down in her heart." the lady said.
The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And Daddy too."
"But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."
"That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one hadever said anything and he had listened when they thought he wassleeping. All he had heard them talk about was how cute he was or howfast he was or how big he was getting.
"No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose tears."
"No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"
The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made himfeel safe and loved and warm-but he still worried about his mommy. "Letme tell you a story," the lady said.
The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo andRobin. Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte andObie.
Dogs too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a lizardnamed Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster namedOdo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting.
She smiled at them and began:
~ ~ ~
A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were lonesome and asked the angel to help them.
The angel took them to a wall of windows and let them look out thefirst window at all sorts of things-dolls and stuffed animals and carsand toys and sporting events.
"Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from being lonesome."
"Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."
"You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.
But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge."Things are okay to love," they said, "but they don't care that we lovethem."
The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked outat all sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said."They will know you love them."
So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.
Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, somejust had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all cameback to the Angel in Charge.
"They know we love them," they told the angel, "but they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."
So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots ofpeople walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you tolove," the angel told them. So the Loving Ones hurried off to findother people to love. "You have chosen Commitment," the angel said.
But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge."People were okay to love," they said, "but sometimes they stoppedloving us and left. They broke our hearts."
The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you." he said. "You will have to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."
As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one sideand hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittensand dogs and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The otherLoving Ones hurried over. "What about these?" they asked.
But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal EmpathyTrainers," he said, "but there's a problem with their systemoperations."
"Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.
"Yes," the angel said.
"Would they love us back?" another asked.
"Yes." the angel said.
"Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.
"No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."
"Then these are what we want." the Loving Ones said.
But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You will have to feed these animals."
"That's all right," the Loving Ones said.
"You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."
"We don't care."
The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets wereand picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected inthe animals' eyes.
"They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer awarranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systemsmalfunction very quickly, others last a long time."
But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm littlebodies and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thoughtthey would burst. "We will take our chances." they said.
"You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are sodependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designedto outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."
The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "Thatis how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."
The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen Tears." he whispered.
~ ~ ~
"So it is," the kind lady told the kitties, "and so each mommy anddaddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that oneday it will leave them, and they will cry."
The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.
"Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."
"Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to theedge of the pond. His mommy was still there and still crying. "Will sheever stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.
She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowinghow much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he madethem special."
She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off herfingers. "He made them healing tears, formed from the special waterhere. Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of purring andpetting and shared love. And the promise of love once again. As yourmommy cries, she is healing.
"In time, she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks ofyou. And then she will open her heart again to another little baby."
"But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.
The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will loveagain. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy andSnowball and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how sheliked.
"Look," she said, "the butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?"
The other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't readyto leave his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"
The kind lady nodded. "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looksat. You'll be in the purr of every cat she pets. And late at night,when she's fast asleep, your spirit will snuggle up close to her andyou both will feel at peace. One day soon, you can even send her arainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for when it's her turnto come."
"I would like that." the little orange boy said and took one long lookat his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears, and he knewshe had remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.
"I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glancedover at the others, running and playing and laughing with thebutterflies. "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around,I promise."
Then he turned and raced after the others.
* * * * * * * * * *
GOODBYE DEAR FRIEND
They say memories are golden,
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories.
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you.
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly.
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway,
and heartache make a lane,
I would walk the path to Heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same;
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.
-Anonymous
* * * * * * * *
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her sails to the morningbreeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching until she fades onthe horizon, and someone at my side says, "She is gone!"
Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not in her. Just at the momentwhen someone says "She is gone," there are others who are watching hercoming. Other voices take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that[/i] isdying.
-Anonymous
honeybunnie8
Well-Known Member
Thanks guy!I'm feelin a lilbetter..mostly because life still goes on with or without you and Ihave stuff I need to do...I still havent touched her cage though.
I went to the pet store to look and pet some bunnies....and I know Iwill eventually get another but I dont know when. Seeingthebunnny's was nice but thinking of cleaning up all ofsprinkles stuff and getting a new bunny is just to soon. I left sad forthe bunny's and sad in general. The bunny's are always kept close tothe ground so that small children can poke at the bunny's and try toget mom and dad to make a spontanious purchase....
There were 3 bigger bunny's there. 2 brought back because the ownerswere tired of taking care of them.:X1 was there becuse shewas neglected and her nails were like 3 or more inches long when theybrought her in...I hate pet stores. The workers even know that half thebunny's are brought back after a month or 2 because the new owners dontknow anything about bunny's that no one educates them...I wish petstore couldnt sell pets...
I will probably geta bunny through HRS here in N cali. Ifigure it will take awhile to find the perfect bunny(s).Maybe 2 monthsor somthing...by then I should be ok with lettinga new bunnyin, but we will see.
I'm feelin a lilbetter..mostly because life still goes on with or without you and Ihave stuff I need to do...I still havent touched her cage though.I went to the pet store to look and pet some bunnies....and I know Iwill eventually get another but I dont know when. Seeingthebunnny's was nice but thinking of cleaning up all ofsprinkles stuff and getting a new bunny is just to soon. I left sad forthe bunny's and sad in general. The bunny's are always kept close tothe ground so that small children can poke at the bunny's and try toget mom and dad to make a spontanious purchase....
There were 3 bigger bunny's there. 2 brought back because the ownerswere tired of taking care of them.:X1 was there becuse shewas neglected and her nails were like 3 or more inches long when theybrought her in...I hate pet stores. The workers even know that half thebunny's are brought back after a month or 2 because the new owners dontknow anything about bunny's that no one educates them...I wish petstore couldnt sell pets...
I will probably geta bunny through HRS here in N cali. Ifigure it will take awhile to find the perfect bunny(s).Maybe 2 monthsor somthing...by then I should be ok with lettinga new bunnyin, but we will see.
bunnylover78642
Well-Known Member
Zee wrote:
I also lost my very first bunny on Christmas day... Webought him a present (a huge play pen) and when we left the room to saygood bye to all of our relatives she was gone!! We don't know whathappened to her but we are hoping she is havinga wonderfulllife full of fun and treats!Im sosorry to hear about Sprinkles
Sprinkles is in a very happy place with all of our lost buns. She willbe well cared for and have lots of fun until the time comes that shejoins her mummy again.
You sound like such a loving person. Seek out another bun that needsthe love and care that only a true bunny lover like yourself can give.
Zara
