The day I lost a good friend
It’s hard for me to even type at this moment. Where do I begin? Up until two days ago I had a pet bunny. His name was Bamajama, he was the sweetest, kindest, most loving animal in the world.
I got up Monday morning, late as usual for work. I walked in the computer room where Bam was said my usual, “Hey buddy morning.” I noticed he was in his litter box shaking and that there was diarrhea in his cage so I hurried and cleaned it. Then I called and told my fiancee’ about it and asked him to keep an eye on Bam when he came home for lunch.
When I got home the first thing I did is run up the stairs to check up on him. He wasn’t his usual hopping around self so I knew something was wrong. I called the vet but she was gone for the day and so they advised me to take him to the emergency vet. By this time it was 7 p.m.
I drove to the emergency vet, but discovered they didn’t open till 8 p.m. so I went back home. I drove back to the vet at 8:40 p.m., sat in the emergency area. Around 9:43 I was still waiting in the waiting room for Bammy to be seen. He took a big gasp of air & I panicked — my fiancee’ yelled & they told us to go to the next room. Then they told us he had no heart beat and he was dead.
I haven’t stopped crying since that day. I am heart broken. I feel guilty that I should have brought him to the vet early morning he would have been alive. I feel that he depended on me to be his voice and I let him down; he died because I didn’t speak out at the emergency room. I feel so sad and horrible for Bamajama that I let him down when I was supposed to be his voice!
This is a story about my bunny — I am devastated.