In my opinion, this means I will forever be single.
In everyone else’s opinion, I’m probably a great catch.
I never had a chance, really.
Today was a fucking horrible day :(
We were at the vets and we’d taken both our babies in a carrier, but as they’d been misbehaving a bit lately, we’d put them both on leads. We didn’t really think that through, in hindsight… Anyway, when we got to the vets, we took them out the carrier and we realised that Emilia had somehow got Gus’ lead wrapped tightly around her neck. Her eyes were bulging out, all red, and she was whimpering and choking. Beth promptly burst into tears and started hyperventilating, leaving me to try and be the responsible one - I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE. I managed to get her untangled and she was OK, we got the vet to check her over, but I just feel awful.
I feel awful because Emilia is my baby girl. She really is. Beth is better at handling Gus, and I’m better at handling Emilia. Emilia is also often overlooked, because out of the two rabbits, Gus is definitely the more typically cute one, with her fluffy fur and ridiculously friendly nature. I think I’m the only one who pays her an equal amount of attention, and she repays me by letting me hug her and sitting on my shoulder :’) I felt so awful seeing her in so much pain :( I know I saved her life, but right now I just want to cuddle her and never ever let her go.
She’s outside in her hutch right now and I just want to take her to bed with me and snuggle up to her. She loves that :’)
Well, she’s fine now, and I can’t change what happened. It was just a horrible eye-opener of how big a responsibility being a pet owner really is.
She bit my knee as soon as this was taken.
Your identity is
temporary, and you wear it like
a cloak, draw it tightly around
you until you could
fly. If I could part
the clouds and reveal the
bare bones beneath, I
would, but I can’t get deep
enough under your
skin, into your
flesh, to find your
veins and trace them into
a map of your being. I
can’t taste the scar tissue,
can’t see where you begin and
where you end. You are
eternal, and yet you are
fleeting, a chameleon in
an empty room.