How Much More Can I Take?

October has been a really bad month. This week, the absolute worst so far this year. I just want to crawl under a rock and die.

Among many personal/business & financial nightmares I've had to deal with lately, tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of the day that my darling kitty, Tia, ran away/got lost. So, I was already feeling really depressed. And then I come home from work an hour ago to find one of my three adorable Netherlands dwarf rabbits, Gemini-Alpha, dead in her cage.

Gemi would've celibrated her 8th birthday next spring, and she could've lived another three or four years, if it wasn't for her chronic allergies. Household dust, fur, dander, wood chip bedding, shredded newspaper bedding, sawdust bedding, aerosol air fresheners -- even hay and pollen. You name it. She was allergic to it.

I named her Gemini-Alpha because right from the day I took her and her twin sister, Gemini-Omega, home from the Humane Society I could see she was a fighter, always ready for a scrap with her two cage-mates. She ruled the roost and everybody just stayed the Hell out of her way. But when Gemi was sick, which was quite often, I could pet her and cuddler her and hold her in my arms, as it was the only time she was too weak to try and take a chunk out of my finger.

This last allergy attack, which lasted several weeks, just took everything out of her, and she finally succumbed to a massive upper-respiratory infection. I'm just very, very sad that she died alone in her cage, without me there to comfort her and guide her into that dark night.

Good-bye, my sweet Gemi. I'm gonna miss you, babe! :-(

KJC