I have recurring flashbacks
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I've had many pets over my lifetime but recently I had this little bunny
It was gray and the size of your hand
The man who sold it to me said he was 1 month old
But he was really tiny
Anyway,
A couple days ago I came home from school and took the bunny out to feed it lettuce
And when I looked back from the refrigerator he was twitching and having this exorcism looking convulsions.
So I started to panic and freak my shlt out.
I left him on the ground without moving it for about ten minutes when the bunny started to twitch more
So I picked him up and put him against my chest and started telling him to not die on me
The bunny started to loose their heartbeat so I went and started moving it's paws because that would make his blood flow move.
This ritual of me talking to him while splashing water and telling him to hold on while crying like an idiot went on for about 40 minutes.
Eventually the heartbeat would drop more and more until the bunny started to open its mouth, the heart started to beat really fast, and their eyes grew big. The bunny died in my arms while I waited for my mother to come home to take him to the vet.
I just sat there in the kitchen for like ten minutes holding the corpse of the pet not knowing what exactly happened or why
But then I just started to cry uncontrollably without being able to stop and my mother came home and found me crying
Honestly I was in the shower and still crying that day. I've been doing research and basically it said the bunny had suffered some sort of trauma while I was gone at school which is why he had the head tilt moment. If he had survived he would have a risk of not fully recovering or having one side of his body paralyzed for the rest of his life. It traumatized me to see the look of pain and fear in his eyes as it took its last breaths, but I still can't accept the fact that it's dead.
My parents say it's for the best that it died but it hurts to remember their face and look of pain.
I feel like it's my fault it died. -
Mac1014 NewbieIt's not your fault.we had a chocholate lab since before I was born it had puppies when we got her.she died during November I thought it was my fault but we then thought she had cancer and we didn't know that day was like any other I tried to go outside but my brother stopped me and my mom was home way early her name was Nonnie she had the softest ears I got to see her and feel her ears one last time we took off her collar for me to keep
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Mac1014 NewbieIt wasn't your fault. Know that
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.o. I see. ^~^ i'm guessing they're in a better world now. Ah, at least you got to keep the collar.
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Mac1014 NewbieThat's true I asked we have to clean it though
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.o. oh
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Mac1014 NewbieYeah at least I get to keep it.
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Satan ruler of all
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a year ago my bird died. It was about 20 years old human years. tje last few days it was alive it wasn't being its normal sjelf. AND TO ADD TO THE PAIN MY MOM AND DAD DIDN'T TAKE IT TO THE VETS!!!!!
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I understand. I'm sorry. I still have flashbacks like that..
I had a pet leopard gecko. She was five months old when I got her, and she was tiny. She was beautiful, I fell in love with her. Motherly love, was what I had for her. I was the only human she truly loved. She'd curl up and sleep on my hand. I could sing her to sleep. Then she started getting skinnier when she was ten months old. She'd barely grown, and she started losing weight. We took her to the vet. He looked at her and said she had parasites. He said I'd been looking after her perfectly. It was the pet shop who neglected her, let her be sick. He gave us two medicines for her. They where for the most common parasites. Every day I'd give her the medicine, and chicken baby food to get her weight up. She liked the baby food.
I spent the days of that week in my room, shut up with her, crying to her, begging her to stay with me, not to die.
One day I came in to do her medicine. I picked her up. I couldn't see her breathing. I lay her on my hand. I got my nerve up over about half an hour of just sitting there, stroking her desperately. I asked my mother, who had come to help me, three words. "Is she dead?"
She didn't have to do anything, but she nodded. I let loose the tears I'd been holding back. I cried. It's been a year exactly tomorrow since that say, and I still cry for her. I still dream about a sign telling me about her death. She crumbled to nothing in my hands in my dream, and a few days later I was holding her dead body for real.
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