Goodbye is forever sometimes...

It's been a rough weekend all around...and this hits me harder than my grandmother being in the hospital Saturday.  My grandmother is okay.  Discharged with instructions to monitor her blood sugar more carefully.  

But Dee died tonight.  Life will never be the same again.  Already, less than an hour later, I've had one person tell me she was "just a rabbit."  She was not "just" anything.  She was part of my life for over 5 years.  

She slept with me at night, sat beside me on the couch while I watched TV, greeted me when I came home from work.  

She twined between my ankles like a cat, trying to trip me in her silly bunny dance while I paced with contractions my last few pregnancies.  

She lay on my lap while I played endless rounds of Viva Pinata on insomnia nights.

She bit me countless times when I reached into her cage for the food bowl to feed her.  Left bruises too...

She destroyed cages, litterboxes, carpets, curtains, pillows, and my clothes - sometimes while I was wearing them.  

She burrowed under the covers to cuddle around my feet.  

She stood up in her cage, stretching to touch my nose with hers.

And now she'll never do those things again.  How can life go on?  Why did she have to die so soon?  We knew it was approaching but I wasn't ready.  The vet said a few weeks ago that she was just old.  House Rabbits can have a life span of 10-15 years but they can't all live so long, in fact, most don't.  

Goodbye my wonderful destructive demonic bunny...
We love you Dee...