Sorry for making a post. I’m new here, account just made, and I just hope I could use some help to cope.
His name was Bun Bun, a fuzzy white, less than a year old bunny. He has a few brown spots on his back, but nevertheless, he was my angel. My friend gave him to me as a gift, making me love him more.
He was referred to as a house dog, as he acted and behaved like one, strolling around the house and licking us. He loved cabbages and his pellets, but he loved strawberries more than anything. I never thought I’d go home to my aunt’s grieving face, telling me “The bunny died” as I walked down the lawn from school. And there he was, not the happy little guy jumping his way to me, but a cold fluff lying on the floor. They waited for me before burying him. And honestly, I didn’t know how to react. I was shocked.
It was my fault. Saturday, Sunday prior, we left up to the mountains for my cousin’s birthday. I left a note for my uncle, telling him to feed him along with a bit of money. I left him vegetables already chopped the way he loves them, enough to last until Sunday afternoon where later, we would be home. But upon getting back, I was angered to see he wasn’t fed at all. But I brought home two kilos of his favorite strawberries, and he ate them. I’ll never forget how sweet he smelled after. And he was fine. The next morning, I woke up late. My school has strict policies whereas latecomers will be sent home, and my mom would kill me if I was ever sent home. So I had to leave early. Without.. Feeding him.. Again, stupidly leaving a note as if I hadn’t learnt from last time..
And 10 hours after, my precious angel was no longer with me. It was my fault. I only realised it earlier and I can’t stop crying. This doesn’t help the fact that I lost my parakeet a few weeks ago, and I still haven’t moved on from losing Cookie (My most, most beloved puppy. I cried so much over him when he got terribly sick and we had to take him to the vet multiple times. I thought I’d lose him. His parents are related, as my mom’s friend gives away inbred puppies that often die. Luckily he was only a little physically impaired, walking a bit sideways like a cute crab. But I loved him more than anything. A few months ago, he was stolen from us).
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