I had a really nice night last night. The kind of night that happens and you think 'actually, maybe this whole spell has all been in my head and everything is actually okay'. I woke up this morning and everything is decidedly not okay.
My mum was standing next to me at twenty past seven this morning, informing me that my bunny (Smudge) wasn't moving. He had been perfectly okay yesterday night when I said goodnight to him. He's always so active.
I got up and went outside in my pyjamas and crouched next to the hutch. I'd been trying not to cry, I didn't want to wake up and immediately feel sad like I have been lately, but I looked at his little face and the tears just came. His eyes were closing and his feet were sliding every time he tried to relax.
I waited til nine and phoned the vet. My dad took him in right away, and he's currently receiving treatment. He has static gut - a condition that my first bunny died of just over a year ago. With Pumpkin, we never caught it soon enough and she died during the initial examination. Smudge's chances are 50/50, and I'm utterly terrified.
I've been trying to take my mind off of it. I can't. The worst bit is that I need to shake myself off and get ready for work. I'm so scared that if he dies I'll be there and I won't be able to handle it. I just want him to pull through and be okay. His little furry face is always there when I need to talk. He isn't a particularly affectionate rabbit - he prefers using your legs as a diving board then getting petted, but he's such a little character, and he's always doing funny things, and I don't want to live without that.
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