maherwoman
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I can't believe this has happened again, so soon after our recent loss...
We lost our beloved, handsome, wonderful Velveteen on Christmas Eve. As with the first time, we don't know what happened...and again there were just no indicators. He'd been drinking his water and eating hay and his pellet food just as he normally does. His activity was completely normal...he was the bouncy, happy, active, running-around goofball he always has been. Absolutelly no change. Litterbox habits and content perfectly normal (in fact, really really healthy poops, and plenty of urine, as usual). I just don't know what happened.
We looked at his body, but found no indicators there, either. Again, he looked like he laid down and went to sleep, but didn't wake up.
These appear to be isolated instances, too...given that they ate completely different food (Teeny was eating Oxbow 15/23 and Calf Manna, Velveteen ate Oxbow Bunny Basics T), had eaten from completely different batches of hay, they even had different types of food bowls and water bottles (Teeny's bowls: one plastic, one ceramic, Velveteen's bowl was metal)...and even in different heights of cages (Teeny's was a bottom cage with no one on top, and Velveteen's cage was on top of Trixie's). Heck, they even had totally different types of litterboxes! There was just nothing to tie these two together, so I really don't think one death has anything to do with the other...otherwise, I would buy all new food, etc.
I just don't know what to think, guys. My babies are happy...they're very well taken care of and loved so deeply, I feel like I've lost the world in losing them. Needless to say, we're taking this very hard...given the timing. Danny's crying just as much as we are...as he'd bonded more with Velveteen than he'd thought. I've never seen him cry like this.
Velveteen, my sweet smallish boy...I wish things like this came with even the smallest warning. I just don't know what to say, except that I can't believe you're gone and I love you so much, I can't even put it into words. The other day, I went up to your cage, and told you, "I don't care if you don't like it...I'm pickin' you up and giving you a big ol' hug!!" And I did...and I know you loved it, because you nuzzled into my neck and sniffed my cheek. You were happy to be so loved, and you loved us all so much. I feel so awful when I feed everyone...and don't feed you anymore, and see your empty cage. I can't believe you're not here with us...that we have to go on without you and your big brother. I'm glad you're there together, though...and can be with each other, and have fun playing together.
Right when we found our boy, I went and told Emily immediately, and we all cried together, hugging one another as a group. Christmas Eve. We cried for a bit...but then I knew we would have to get out of there, so we drove over to the Festival of Lights, which is basically what it's titled...where the DWP puts together Christmas lights in ways to create different scenes. Given that it was the day before Christmas, I had to get us doing something so we wouldn't be crying our way through Christmas...and it helped a bit. We cried all the way to the Festival, and I cried most of the way through. I took the Kleenex with us, and just handed them out as needed.
I just don't know what to think at this point, but I know that it wasn't anything we did, or said, nor was there anything we could've done to prevent our losing our boys. For whatever reason, I guess it was their time...though that's so hard to convince myself, as you know I'm going over each and every single detail, trying to see what I did wrong to cause this. I have yet to find something.
Here are some pictures of my littlest bunny boy...
Here are some pictures of him, his first day with us, before we brought him home:
Snuggling into Daddy's jacket:
I really don't think he grew even a single bit while with us...he was that small:
His favorite thing to do when I held him:
I know I have more pictures, but I just can't bear to look at more right now.
Please pray for us...we're all feeling so paranoid now. I feel like we're just losing them one by one, and I know losing each boy wasn't related in the least, as they just didn't have anything in common. I feel like I'm holding my breath now...
I miss you, Sweet Velveteen...and your cute little nosey spot, and your handsome blue eyes, and your cute little tiny body, and your softest fur. I can't believe you're really gone, despite the empty cage. It just isn't right.
Please visit me, Hunny Bunny...I miss you so much. I can't help but wonder if Teeny sending us Cinnamon was because he knew we would lose Velveteen, somehow. I couldn't figure out why he sent us two...but I'm quite sure this is why. We're going to use panels from Teeny and Velveteen's cages to build Cinnamon's home, to memorialize both of them. And I'm going to figure out a way to know which ones are theirs. I want people to know what special boys I had.
We lost our beloved, handsome, wonderful Velveteen on Christmas Eve. As with the first time, we don't know what happened...and again there were just no indicators. He'd been drinking his water and eating hay and his pellet food just as he normally does. His activity was completely normal...he was the bouncy, happy, active, running-around goofball he always has been. Absolutelly no change. Litterbox habits and content perfectly normal (in fact, really really healthy poops, and plenty of urine, as usual). I just don't know what happened.
We looked at his body, but found no indicators there, either. Again, he looked like he laid down and went to sleep, but didn't wake up.
These appear to be isolated instances, too...given that they ate completely different food (Teeny was eating Oxbow 15/23 and Calf Manna, Velveteen ate Oxbow Bunny Basics T), had eaten from completely different batches of hay, they even had different types of food bowls and water bottles (Teeny's bowls: one plastic, one ceramic, Velveteen's bowl was metal)...and even in different heights of cages (Teeny's was a bottom cage with no one on top, and Velveteen's cage was on top of Trixie's). Heck, they even had totally different types of litterboxes! There was just nothing to tie these two together, so I really don't think one death has anything to do with the other...otherwise, I would buy all new food, etc.
I just don't know what to think, guys. My babies are happy...they're very well taken care of and loved so deeply, I feel like I've lost the world in losing them. Needless to say, we're taking this very hard...given the timing. Danny's crying just as much as we are...as he'd bonded more with Velveteen than he'd thought. I've never seen him cry like this.
Velveteen, my sweet smallish boy...I wish things like this came with even the smallest warning. I just don't know what to say, except that I can't believe you're gone and I love you so much, I can't even put it into words. The other day, I went up to your cage, and told you, "I don't care if you don't like it...I'm pickin' you up and giving you a big ol' hug!!" And I did...and I know you loved it, because you nuzzled into my neck and sniffed my cheek. You were happy to be so loved, and you loved us all so much. I feel so awful when I feed everyone...and don't feed you anymore, and see your empty cage. I can't believe you're not here with us...that we have to go on without you and your big brother. I'm glad you're there together, though...and can be with each other, and have fun playing together.
Right when we found our boy, I went and told Emily immediately, and we all cried together, hugging one another as a group. Christmas Eve. We cried for a bit...but then I knew we would have to get out of there, so we drove over to the Festival of Lights, which is basically what it's titled...where the DWP puts together Christmas lights in ways to create different scenes. Given that it was the day before Christmas, I had to get us doing something so we wouldn't be crying our way through Christmas...and it helped a bit. We cried all the way to the Festival, and I cried most of the way through. I took the Kleenex with us, and just handed them out as needed.
I just don't know what to think at this point, but I know that it wasn't anything we did, or said, nor was there anything we could've done to prevent our losing our boys. For whatever reason, I guess it was their time...though that's so hard to convince myself, as you know I'm going over each and every single detail, trying to see what I did wrong to cause this. I have yet to find something.
Here are some pictures of my littlest bunny boy...
Here are some pictures of him, his first day with us, before we brought him home:
Snuggling into Daddy's jacket:
I really don't think he grew even a single bit while with us...he was that small:
His favorite thing to do when I held him:
I know I have more pictures, but I just can't bear to look at more right now.
Please pray for us...we're all feeling so paranoid now. I feel like we're just losing them one by one, and I know losing each boy wasn't related in the least, as they just didn't have anything in common. I feel like I'm holding my breath now...
I miss you, Sweet Velveteen...and your cute little nosey spot, and your handsome blue eyes, and your cute little tiny body, and your softest fur. I can't believe you're really gone, despite the empty cage. It just isn't right.
Please visit me, Hunny Bunny...I miss you so much. I can't help but wonder if Teeny sending us Cinnamon was because he knew we would lose Velveteen, somehow. I couldn't figure out why he sent us two...but I'm quite sure this is why. We're going to use panels from Teeny and Velveteen's cages to build Cinnamon's home, to memorialize both of them. And I'm going to figure out a way to know which ones are theirs. I want people to know what special boys I had.
