Oh my god why.
That’s all I’ve been able to choke out since the incident.
Around noon today, I let my rabbit out in the pen I have for my rabbits; the new one, Fabio. The little eight-week-old lionhead.
I put him in his pen and went to help plant flowers and herbs. I turned around, and somehow, the pitbull had gotten into the cage.
I wish he would have killed him. I wish. I just wish so much. Then maybe he wouldn’t be spending the night cold and alone, and die of hunger or thirst.
We thrust open the pen door and dragged the deaf dog off of him, all the while he was screaming. That’s the last I heard of him before he shot out of the pen as we were taking the dog out.
He was somehow small enough to fit through our fence, and I haven’t seen him since. We’ve put his cage out there, with his food and water, but I know he’s not coming back. It’s night time, and all I can think about is how tonight he’s cold and alone, maybe wondering why I let such a thing happen to him.
I’ve been wailing and sobbing and shrieking all day, shouting out things like “Why?!” and “Oh my god…” and “Please, please, come back” and “I’m so sorry I am so so sorry.” I am in tears as I type.
I doubt he’ll last long out there, and I hope a predator takes him out swiftly. I miss him so much and I wish I had more time with him.
I’ve only had the death of two family members when I was young, and pets when I was young. This loss has hit me harder than anything ever. I feel like I’m dying and that it’ll never go away.