Nurture overdrive: of cats and rabbits

I have all floors of my house covered, if you include the bats in the attic.

Penny the foster bunny is the upstairs rabbit. My cat, Safia and my two permanent bunnies Wilbur and Tita are on the main floor, and I am watching over a stray cat in the basement, named Fluffy for now, until I bring her to the vet in a couple of days.

Can you say nurture compensation?

Henry would have been born later this month. I probably would have lost my bunny, Sweetie anyway, and likely would not have gotten a replacement bunny with childbirth lurking around the corner. I have gone into full self-pet therapy mode. Particularly with Penny the foster and Fluffy the stray.

There’s no complaints from my step-son, but poor Tyler… he never really wanted pets, and he’s a dog person… oh well!

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Memorials, anxiety, and the bunny

We were showered with love this weekend. We held a small, private memorial for Henry. It was my first social event since mid-September, and I was really happy to see friends and family, some who traveled quite far to be with us. We have been so well supported by them and others, and we were able to experience that in person. It was magical – and the wine helped!

I feel so comforted that my son was acknowledged and embraced this weekend. He has been a catalyst for love, and it means so much to me that he will be remembered.

And today, we went to the SPCA to adopt a new bunny. It was SUCH a difficult decision, mostly because I was ridiculous and wanted to see several rabbits before making a decision (BAD IDEA!!). It was stressful, especially with the accumulated emotions of the last little while. I probably didn’t need to go through that, and I kindof wish that I just went with the rabbit I thought I was sold on. I’m absolutely over thinking this. But we decided that once Thea – our new bunny – is settled, we will be fostering Penny (rabbit choice #1 who we didn’t adopt), so we’ll have both at least for a little while. With Wilbur, this means that our house will have an adorable bunny infestation!

Welcome, little Thea!

As good as this weekend was with getting a new bunny, seeing our nearest and dearest, and honouring sweet Henry, I’m feeling a lot of anxiety. I’m trying to identify why I feel this way while remembering to breathe. I’m not used to seeing people, for one. I did get a small taste of ‘regular’ life, and maybe I am just at the limit of what I can tolerate emotionally. I also feel really guilty for not taking Penny, especially since she reminds me of Sweetie (my poor, recently deceased bunny).

I’ll just digest this slowly, maybe take a bubble bath and drink some tea to calm my nerves, and get to know Thea. It’s nice to have something positive to focus on right now after losing two precious ones in such a short period of time.

Exhale Literary Magazine

I just had an article accepted for Exhale Literary Magazine‘s fall/winter issue on finding peace.

While I certainly don’t feel healed, peaceful or well at the moment, I’m glad I felt enough clarity to write something that will share Henry’s life with a wider audience.  Now I shall return to my dark corner and lick my compounded-grief wounds.