Well we know what happened. It’s not too graphic, but I want to warn you that I feel I need to describe what happened because i feel horribly horribly responsible and guilty.
When I wrote this a few days ago I couldn’t even bring myself to say his name because of my grief. But here he is. This is Femto. My husband and I loved (and will continue to love) him dearly.
The vet confirmed that Femto died almost instantly from a sudden blow to the head. I came home from a Halloween party early because I had a little too much to drink and wanted to be responsible. I had been remodeling the entryway and there was a 2×2 leaning up against the bench because I was going to make a coat rack. It must have fallen on him – I probably knocked it over in my tired drunken state and he was sitting in just the right spot. Now that I’ve had time to heal I remember him running over to the wall and collapsing. There was a little blood on his nose. Vet confirmed it was almost instant.
I feel horrendous. Here I was, taking a cab home early to be the responsible 30-yr-old that I’m supposed to be, and I killed our rabbit. I feel so guilty. My husband is so kind and keeps telling me it was an accident, that things like this happen, that I was such a great bunny mom and that I obviously didn’t mean to hurt him. That Femto forgives me.
I’m comforted that it was nearly instant and that my little buddy didn’t suffer. I’m also comforted that my husband and I, over the past few months, have been making a conscious effort to appreciate the rabbits more and not take them for granted. Femto was super happy the last few weeks. I know his last memories are good ones.
Femto was so so so loved and well taken care of, but I feel like I just undid all my years of care for him. I hope he knows how much I miss him and how sorry I am. I haven’t stopped crying for days, can’t really eat. When we got the confirmation back from the vet of what I feared, it all started again.
Our dutch Fermata continues to do well, and even seems to have come into her own a little. She’s calm is chattering her teeth a lot when I pet her. eating well. I notice that she has PRISTINE litterbox habits without Femto, too. Maybe they would pee and poop everywhere as a method of communication or dominance?
Thanks for listening all. I just had to get this off my chest and I knew some in this group would relate. I keep reliving that night. Keep seeing him. Keep playing the “what ifs” and “should haves.” Fermata will be 8 soon. She’s getting so much love. She seems to be ok without a partner right now, and I’m certainly not ready. We will take it a day at a time. Moving forward… moving forward.