I posted on here, not that long ago, about a health concern with one of my 4 buns. They were all out on panacur and seemed to be improving, so thank you to those who thought it could be a different type of EC than I originally thought.
But tonight I got home from work and found out that my roommate’s dog, who they just adopted, broke out of their crate and killed all 4 of my babies. I don’t even know how to describe how I currently feel. They were the only ones who I knew loved me unconditionally in life, and I felt the exact same towards them. I would cry with them when sad, talk out some of my deepest fears and thoughts, and they truly stopped me from hurting myself when I wasn’t doing well mentally.
I laid with them on the floor, petting them, telling them how they were the best bunnies I could have ever asked for. What the hell do I do now? I feel broken, and all I want is to hold them again. I feel guilty about it not only happening to them, but that one of the thoughts that keeps popping up is that there are so many other bunnies in need out there. And now I feel so incredibly guilty for even thinking about wanting more bunnies so soon after mine died…