Sweet bunny sniffs around and tickles Philip’s feet and legs…but watch out for the sharp claws! #missingbubbas
That time when you feel empty because you’ve given too much of yourself and wish you could get some of it back!
Just now feeling sorry for myself and wishing somebody would give half a shit when I am depressed. I realize that self-pity doesn’t fix anything, but sometimes it’s inevitable when everything seems to be going to the crapper! Sometimes I just cry out to God, “Why, why, why?” I ask Him could I just see a little something good to help me lift myself up and carry on. Right now, I’m waiting for that little something good.
It has been four days now, but still I find remnants of him–a dried turd here, a piece of litter there, matted fur on the ceiling fans. Each strawberry that I bite into reminds me of him. Each creak, shuffle or clunk I hear in the night is him. So many times, I turn to talk to him when I walk through the living room, and every time I enter my apartment I expect to see his soft, friendly face welcoming me and pleading for a treat.
Bubbles, my precious companion of 6 years, got his name by an unusual technique that I learned for animal naming from my niece. I looked around the room, and the first thing that caught my eye was bubble wrap. From the moment I first lifted him out of the horse trough filled with bunnies at the pet store, I knew we would be great friends. The best pet I have ever been blessed with, left his earthly aches and pains and cares behind on April 30, 2014. I loved him dearly! I miss him like crazy! He is gone from this earth, but never from my heart and mind!
Photos of young Bubbles frolicking in my living room:
My good friend, Philip, fell in love with Bubbles. They entertained each other during his visit while I was at work. Philip created two cute videos of Bubbles which are too large to upload here. 🙁
My son feeding Bubbles something he should not have been allowed to eat.
Me and my baby.
I’ll never forget this face!