With Loss Comes Sorrow…

It seems as though the week has become endless despite it only being Tuesday; how I need some respite. My heart is heavy and my soul full of sorrow…I am raging with grief on multiple levels of loss. I have considered the callousness of the year and came to realize the extent of my exhaustion. As I posted on facebook: “sometimes when I am fall I am just too tired to get up let alone get up and brush myself off.”
This morning we awoke to discover that our bunny of six years, Cottonelle, had passed in his sleep. While many don’t feel the loss of animals, I do. Severely. I may not have human children, but my animals are my kids in a fur coat. They are my happiness and my enjoyment. To find him dead filled me with an overwhelming amount of guilt and grief. I felt I failed him someway somehow; his presence in our home was so prominent that even M. was quietly anguished. Not a word was said of my tears…he couldn’t even bear to look at me let alone discuss the situation. Without saying a word he wrapped Cottonelle in his favorite t-shirt and buried him under one of our tall pecan trees behind the house. His joyous personality will be missed by not only us but the many regular guests that entered our home. When I rescued him several years ago I didn’t realize that he would bring as much, if not more, happiness to our home then us to him.
His loss makes me realize the age of our other animals and now I am filled with fear at their loss; Colby in particular. I am sickened at the thought. It just doesn’t seem fair that after all the joy our animals bring to us their lives are so limited in years.
 

Rest in Peace, dear Cottonelle. Your bunny whispers, warm greetings and nose nuzzles are already missed.

 
 
I had so much more I had wanted to write, but right now I want to leave it at this. Cottonelle deserves a page of his own. I hope bunny heaven provides him with his much enjoyed ice water and many stuffed animal friends.