It’s been going… I’m so happy to have them back with me, but I won’t lie… I still feel like the standard of care is not where it should be. When I’m working, I’m gone for 13 hours/day, then come home and crash almost immediately, so they’re stuck in their pen. Poor babies. It’s not like they’re cramped or anything, but they just love having full run of the house. And I don’t get a chance to straighten up their room, so the hay bits and fluffs of fur and whatnot find their way into every corner of the apartment. (We’re in the middle of what will be known as The Great Shed of the Twenty First Century.) I feel a lot of guilt over the fact that I’m gone so much and can’t take care of things the way I would like to.
That being said, it’s so wonderful to see my little buns again. The other day, I was walking from the dining room to the kitchen (they’re separated by a wall) and Calypso literally binkied around the corner toward me… it was so cute, I almost died. lol. I’m tearing up just thinking about the time I spent without them.
To be completely, one hundred percent honest (please don’t think I’m a terrible person), I feel like I’m in a no-win situation. The bunnies are a piece of my heart, and I just can’t imagine ever giving them up again. At the same time, the stress and guilt are killing me and sometimes it seems like I made the right decision the first time around… Basically, I’m torturing myself. It sucks.