My funny, sweet and beautiful best friend of ten years went to bunny heaven two weeks ago.
She's been my best little mate for a third of my life and I adored her. She was super loved and had a lovely little life as a house bunny.
Cheeky but so sweet she loved kisses and cuddles and playing but ruled the roost!
I still keep going to feed her in the morning then I remember, I say "ooh sorry curlybun" whenever I drop something near her favourite spot then I remember, I go to play with her when I have a break from work then I remember.
I dream about her too. It's hard to explain and I'm embarrassed to tell people in real life but to me she was as much of a presence in my life as the humans I love the most!
Loving her got me through some incredibly difficult times and loving her reminded me I am full of love to give.
I have bipolar and worry about my reactions being normal or not. Am I mental? Is this normal? How long will it last?
I currently feel like I never want a pet again because it hurts too much to have to let them go.
Picture attached so you can see her gorgeousness! 🐰 💗