Oh... Miss Oreo it snowed today! It took all that I had in me to not cry for you again. It was so beautiful, but with its beauty came the cold. The cold and hallow feeling that I have inside. I still miss you honey buns!
Oh how I remember seeing your fluffy little bundle of fur bouce through the snow. How you loved to dig and burrow through the snow, not to mention eat it. You would bound through the snow as if you were the queen of the world (which you so many times reminded us). After your long romp through the chilly snow I would take you inside, dry you off and curl up with you in my arms.
Bunny Boo... I still miss you. Everyday I still think I will see your happy little face when I come home. I still have your things all in a box. A few days ago I found your hay in the bottom of a box and just held it and cried. It's smell reminded me of all the times I would feed you in the morning; a bowl full of rabbit delight boutiful harvest formula and a handful of hay. Your toys are all boxed up now and I find myself constantly looking through them everyday. Hearing their jingles and obnoxious sounds bring tears to my eyes. It still hurts, Oreo. Everyday still brings harsh memories. memories in which I can not bring myself to allow them to remain just memories. They are still real to me, baby. It is like you aren't gone. I believe that it is one big nightmare to which I will wake up tomorow to find that it still is October 9th. It doesn't seem real.
I ask God to take away the pain, slowly it is leaving but the narly eadge is still there.
I looked out the window yesterday to see your hutch covered in snow and your little resting place only a few feet away. When I heard the snow was coming in the first thought that came to my mind was that of, " better bring Oreo in so she won't get cold tonight". Only seconds later I realize that you are gone. Everyday this happens. I still get up every morning and go out to feed you, but turn the corner to see that you aren't there. Your cage is gone too. I come home from school and I think that you will be there when I open the door. Every Sunday and Wednesday, our cage cleaning days, I go ou to the garage aimlessly to get your cage cleaniong utensile. Before I even turn the corner I remeber I don't have that honor anymore.
Oh, miss Oreo, my princess. I miss you but I hope that you are well. Probably playing with all your new found friends. It is amazing how many I have made over the course of a few weeks.Many have e-mailed me telling me how they feel. I have e-mailed a few too because their feeling match mine too. They have helped me overcome some of the worst parts now and I still am hurting, but slowly, very slowlt, getting better.
Love to you and all your new friends!
Mommy