I am still grieving over the loss of Roderick. I feel sick with guilt and sorrow. A million “what ifs” are going through my head. Why didn’t I notice the lump sooner? I pick him up most days and spend a lot of time with him – why didn’t I notice something wasn’t right? I feel like I have let him down and every time someone says “No, you loved him so much and looked after him so well…” I feel like screaming. There is a huge hole in my universe now and I don’t see how it will ever be mended. It hurts every time I open the front door and I don’t hear him squeaking excitedly for his grass. I have all his stuff everywhere – his hay bale wheel, his blankets and cuddle cups, his hutch and bags of shredded paper and hay.
I’ve lost pets before – I’ve always had a menagerie – and it never gets any easier. But this time seems so much worse because he was just so young and I could have prevented what happened to him. I should never have had him desexed. I thought it was the right thing to do – I wanted to get a little friend for him so he wouldn’t be lonely. But now he’s gone and I am the one who is lonely. My heart hurts and I don’t know how to make it stop hurting. There are suddenly large groups of crows surrounding our house, just standing around and cawing, like feathered undertakers or mourners.
I’m going to bury him at my cousin’s. She has a large property and Roderick’s sisters live there. We’ll bury him in the garden and I will plant a rosemary or lavender bush over him and I can visit him whenever I need to.
I’m sorry for this self-indulgence. You didn’t come here to read about my despair. I’ll be back soon with happier thoughts. But for now, please understand how I am feeling. Roderick was a precious little soul and the world is a darker place without him.