Affinity

For those that know me, know that I’m am animal lover. I find an affinity with animals that I just cannot experience elsewhere. As a child, I fell in love with rabbits. I’m not sure why, I just sorta always loved them. 

Last night, I lost this little girl. She was one half of a bonded pair I adopted six years ago. Bonded rabbits are like fluffy soulmates, sorta like a miniature, fuzzy version of the couple in the movie “The Notebook.” 

Earlier this year, her partner died, and she never really recovered after that loss. I noticed that she hadn’t been eating or drinking much in the past few days, and last night she barely moved. 

I drew a warm bath with bubbles (you can see the “bubble-stash” on her face) and then wrapped her in a warm towel. I thought about the hospice stories of regret I’ve heard from families, so I made up my mind if she was going to die, she wasn’t gonna die alone. 

She cuddled in bed with me while I stayed up, making sure she was comfortable, warm, and safe. Around 1:45 a.m., she started to shake and her pulse rate increased rapidly, and then, only subtle movements. I wrapped her in the towel, sat on the couch, and petted her for the next hour. 

And just like that, she was gone…

No regrets.