The Rabbit

I was woken up last night by my sis at around 1am, and to my surprise, she was in tears and told me there was something wrong with our 5 month-old pet rabbit. I followed her to her room and was stunned at the sight of our rabbit laying there, eyes open, legs stretched out, and motionless. The rabbit refused to eat earlier (extremely out of the ordinary as it's always hyped up about dinner time) and it died out of nowhere after running around a bit. We placed it back in its cage for the night since it was pretty late and we didn't know what to do with its lifeless body.

I didn't know what to think, it really seemed like a dream, and I wished it was, but I knew it wasn't. I listened hopefully for the usual ruckus the rabbit makes in the cage at night but I didn't hear anything while I laid on my bed. Waking up in the morning and going through my regular routine, I kept my sights away from the cage as I did not want to see it laying there. Upon returning from school, I noticed the square patch of upturned soil in the backyard and knew it was done. The cycle of life.

I'm feeling a bit upset (and more shocked) about losing my first pet that I've actually spent time with and taught tricks to, but I've always accepted death's inevitability and everything must go at some point. I just wish it didn't have to go so soon.

I feel sympathy and empathy for ya, man. I hope your rabbit lived a relatively long and happy life. I know it's hard to get past the first week or so, but it gets very hard on your rabbit's birthday and death day anniversary, but you'll pull through...