Journalist. Mother. Bunny enthusiast. Pop culture junkie.

Journalist. Mother. Bunny enthusiast. Pop culture junkie.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

I am no longer a mother

Well, both of my babies died today.

I hadn't even named them yet.

The weak one died around noon, the strong one at 5:30 p.m.

They were simply too young. I tried everything I could. I fed them on the hour. I made sure they were warm.

The strong one fought it to the very end. He was squirming in agony and I held him in my hand until his very last breath. He wanted so badly to live and there was nothing I could do to save him. It was very hard to accept.

And I feel so tired today. I wasn't expecting to grieve so deeply. I just sat in the apartment alone this afternoon, crying because life isn't fair. I thought those two babies would have a second chance.

But I have to accept what everyone is telling me: that's nature.

Right.

7 comments:

LENORENEVERMORE said...

This is the saddest...I'm sorry to hear this...they were so adorable!
:( I'm sure you did your best as a mom...

La Femme Chic said...

:'''(
This made me really sad
Gahh

yiqin; said...

I dontknw what to say..I am so sorry :(

The Gates' said...

I am sad for you...sorry your little babes didn't make it! It sounds like you did everything you could!

Elizabeth Victoria C said...

That is so so sad. I'm so sorry about the bunnies, but sometimes its too hard for them to survive being apart from their mothers. You were an angel to have tried to save them though!

Morena Doll said...

Oh my goodness.
I'm like crying.

Ah Jennifer.

....at a loss for words.
I'm really really sorry.

<3 A hug and a kiss for you.

Kristen said...

I'm new to your blog, but I just saw your post about being mother to the baby rabbits. I am a rabbit lover, and have a 2 year old flemish giant whom I adore, but a few weeks ago I rescued a baby bunny from outside of my work because it's mother kicked it out of the nest. Unfortunately I had a similar experience. I fed them the goats milk, and did everything i could to keep it comfortable and warm but I had to hold it while it died. It was really. really. sad. but I'm happy he had a chance and died in my hands instead of the cold. I've never met anyone who had this experience, so it made me feel a lot better that you had the same reaction. :-)