Thank you so much, everyone.... That poem was beautiful...
Everything is gone and done, and I've come to the reluctant acceptance that he's gone. Not to say that I'm no longer sad.
I don't think I'll stop being sad for -quite- some time, but I accept that sadness now...
I've also come to the conclusion that although it hurts far too much at the moment to do anything, I will eventually get another rabbit. Rabbits have been a part of my life as far back as I have memories. There has never been any period of years or time that I have not had rabbits in the family (Even as my rabbit before Butter, Blackberry, died those years ago...Butter was there in the cage next to hers. )
So when I feel it's right, I will find another. But it will not replace Butter. I don't want another lop, or any rabbit that even remotely looks like him. The breeds I considered before last night, as companions for Butter, came to mind today.
Expect to see something like a Belgian Hare, Netherland Dwarf, Lionhead, English Spot....
I may try to get one over this coming Winter Break (Late December). I know I won't be completely done mourning by then, but the hurt will have dulled, and I know another rabbit will replace the emptiness, and help me heal.....
Funny, one of the reasons I first got Butter was to help heal my depression (It worked). Odd that he should be the cure, and now the cause....
I think I'm going to take Undergunfire's suggestion and buy a memorial necklace to put the fur I have from him in. He'll always be with me, that way. Always very close.
I miss him already....
It's been especially difficult, as I have no significant other, and my friends and family are all miles away.... I never knew how hard being alone was, until there was no one to hold me and tell me everything was alright and that they missed him too.
My kitten....Kadaj...it's like he knew. He's stayed with me the whole day, laying on me when I'd sit or lie down, and purring.... This morning, he put his paw on my arm and looked at me. I took it off, because I thought he was just stepping on me, but he put it back, keeping his gaze steady.
I know that was him telling me he knew.....He knew, and it was okay.