It has brought back a lot of sad memories while reading Janet’s Notebook – Postcard from Singapore: one DEAD chicken in August 2012 (I started to write this post since then, but I had never finished it, because I found it really difficult to go back to those few days, but I think I should fulfil my promise to Janet and finish this post). You may not be able to feel and/or understand my heartbreak, but here it goes:
Several years ago, our home had 2 addition members – a girl and a boy dwarf bunnies – they were 7 weeks old when I got them from my colleagues. The kids loved them dearly and always cuddled them like little babies. Within a very short period of time, the kids decided to name them Puffy and Fluffy.
Couple of years later, we moved to a stand alone house, where we were able to station their house in a semi-enclosed area and the kids had more space to play with them. They had “walked” out from their area twice and hide underneath the patio once, but they always stayed there until we pick them up. Then there were reports of fox appearances around our area, since the local council notified us they were going to leave some baits around, we did not pay too much notice.
I still remember clearly it was a sunny Saturday morning, I went to feed them after I finished my breakfast; when I walked out from the house, I felt something was not right, the fence was not locked and it was not fully closed. The bunnies were not there, I called their names but they did not come out; I looked at all the usual places, I still couldn’t see them. I was so worried and shock <– actually I can still feel how I felt while typing this post 😦
My husband and I did a carpet search and less than 1/2 hour later, my husband called out, “Found one!” It was covered by some dirts at the edge of our garden bed. Then another 1/2 hour passed, we were not able to find another one. Since we had took them to the Vet for the past few years, I decided to call the Vet to check how should we handle the situation. Finally we decided to deliver that body to the Vet, so she could examine it, because we wanted to know the cause of death. I think the most difficult thing was to tell the kids.
On Sunday morning, the Vet confirmed most likely the bunny passed from heart attack because there were no visible injuries; and with our description of where did we find it, the Vet believed they were taken away from us by fox. We’re so sure it was 1 fox, because it left one bunny behind and used dirt to cover its body – I have to say, it’s such a clever animal, because there were no other trace that the garden bed had been disturbed, the pathway did not even have any single trace of dirt left behind; if there were more than 1 fox, both bunnies would have take away physically.
The Vet was so nice, she did not only waive us the examination charges; but also allowed us to use the clinic as mid-point for the Pets Cremation Company to pick the body up and drop the urn back, so we could collect it from the clinic. I asked the Vet to confirm if it was the girl bunny (Fluffy) or the boy bunny (Puffy) body; however, I must have deliberately forgotten about the finding, so I did not need to lie to the kids.
They were about 5 years old. Since then, I did not allow any more pets except few existing Gold Fish, because I found the experience was way too stressful for me to swallow.
They were not just dwarf bunnies, they were not just pets, they were part of our family members. And I still miss them dearly after all these years.
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