Yep, my rabbit died in his sleep today.
I don't think I have ever really spoken to him, you know? I mean, I am highly allergic to rabbits, cant get within five feet without coming out in little rashes and having my nose bung up, but even so, I dug his little grave in the garden (Bigger and deeper than he really needed) and now I'm shaking like I'm having a sugar hypo.
I've not been able to speak to a rabbit (I say speak because I cannot think of a better term right now) since Thumper died some... Oh, six years ago.
Same for dogs, I just haven't been able to feel close to Florence (Our colly) since Max died (about six years again I think)
And well. The death of Russell marks the death of the last living memory of my home, which hit me as I hefted the slab to lay upon the site.
Well. All in all, a bit of a rubbish day.
Anyway, someone please tell me I'm not just a freak for being hit so hard by the death of an animal I have pretty much ignored for six years?