Bunny Funny

[wendyzski]

I took the unused medical supplies and a big load of greens over to the Red Door Shelter today.  I was crying every time I saw all those lovely veggies and I thought how now she wouldn't ever get to eat them. 

I walked over to the shelter.  It was hard, especially walking up to the door as the memories came flooding back.  But when I went inside, the staff were awesome.  Hugs and tears, and I KNOW they know how I feel.  The manager also works at the vet practice where Pepper died, so she has offered to pick up the pawprint and fur and hold them for me until I'm ready - so I don't have to go back there for a while. 

They were very happy to receive the supplies, and then they coaxed me into a little bunny-therapy.  I played a bit with a feisty little tricolor boy bun (who is REALLY ready to be neutered any time now!) and a cuddly little grey rex girl who let me hold her and gave me bunny-kisses.

When I posted about this on Facebook, someone said "Oh, I'm sure Pepper would have wanted the buns to have her greens".  That inspired some bitter laughter from me.  Pepper would have been APPPALLED at the thought that any other bun was getting their paws on her tasty greens.  But it's not her call any more, and it did make me feel a little better.

There is now a cat-free bunny space at Red Door, and they have invited me to come and visit for more bunny-therapy whenever I like.

 

Comments

[faireraven.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

[stealthbunny.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I had the same thought about the greens... but I'm sure Pepper would have been DELIGHTED to get rid of the med supplies! Unless they were ones that were concealed in yummy fudstuffs.

[wendyzski.livejournal.com]

Nah - these were the syringes and needles for pokings and ouchies.

[capi.livejournal.com]

Awww.... i'm glad you went, even tho it was hard, Wendy. That was a good step. Buncha steps, i think. They give you a paw-print? That's awesome! And fur? I did not understand that part... what do you mean?

[wendyzski.livejournal.com]

Pepper has been cremated, but i did not choose to get her ashes back. I did ask that they clip some of her fur for me to keep as a memento. I will also have a pawprint in terra cotta to keep

[capi.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, now that you say this, i remember. ((( hug ))) Those will be bittersweet keepsakes for a long time to come. Are you getting any sleep, luv?

[wendyzski.livejournal.com]

The meds have gotten at least a temporary lock on that - I do sleep and I am able to eat, though I still find the idea unappealing.

I got nearly 11 hours Friday night and 9 last night. Friends took me out and I ate a burger, though my tummy is still vaguely protesting at it. Heading out for laundry and then trying for an early bed.

I'm not improving yet but I think I've stopped declining.

[fuzzyscribble.livejournal.com]

When my dog Linus passed...I gave his treats to the dog upstairs. As much as he loved his treats...he would have been appalled at the idea of FOOD GOING TO WASTE. The horror!

The empty time is the hardest. I never realized how much time I spent on dog care during the day. Walks, feeding, brushing, petting...until it became empty time. I ended up having a rather large Irish wake for Linus...at Molly Malone's in Forest Park. About 30 people...a huge bar tab...and everyone swapped Linus stories. I raised $600 for Oak Park's Animal Care League. I asked people to bring photos of their pets who had passed...and we made a collage. People I knew who were NOT "animal people" thought it was a silly waste of money.

It was very theraputic.

In the interm...I adopted a tank full of Gerbils from the animal shelter...so I could fill some of that empty time with something fuzzy that I needed to care for. It helped.

Then my Mom had a dream...that Linus was walking down South Boulevard in Oak Park...and all the traffic stopped for him. People waved out their car windows. The owner of George's Pancake House waved him inside...and told him that they had his table ready. (He loved leftover liver and onions from George's.) So...I'm pretty sure he's in beagle heaven.

I lasted about four weeks before we adopted Rerun...who you met at that weird little KOA Ren Faire a few years ago. Dog with red backpack who wagged through your set.

Anyway...it's so hard. Losing your fur baby. A big part of what makes "animal people" animal people...is the need to care for something. Care for yourself...then find something or someone to fill that need to brush and pet. Take care.