Pet Loss Library
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.
The day I lost a good friend
by Skozak665It's hard for me to even type at this moment. Where do I begin? Up until two days ago I had a pet bunny. His name was Bamajama, he was the sweetest, kindest, most loving animal in the world.
I got up Monday morning, late as usual for work. I walked in the computer room where Bam was said my usual, "Hey buddy morning." I noticed he was in his litter box shaking and that there was diarrhea in his cage so I hurried and cleaned it. Then I called and told my fiancee' about it and asked him to keep an eye on Bam when he came home for lunch.
When I got home the first thing I did is run up the stairs to check up on him. He wasn't his usual hopping around self so I knew something was wrong. I called the vet but she was gone for the day and so they advised me to take him to the emergency vet. By this time it was 7 p.m.
I drove to the emergency vet, but discovered they didn't open till 8 p.m. so I went back home. I drove back to the vet at 8:40 p.m., sat in the emergency area. Around 9:43 I was still waiting in the waiting room for Bammy to be seen. He took a big gasp of air & I panicked -- my fiancee' yelled & they told us to go to the next room. Then they told us he had no heart beat and he was dead.
I haven't stopped crying since that day. I am heart broken. I feel guilty that I should have brought him to the vet early morning he would have been alive. I feel that he depended on me to be his voice and I let him down; he died because I didn't speak out at the emergency room. I feel so sad and horrible for Bamajama that I let him down when I was supposed to be his voice!
This is a story about my bunny -- I am devastated.