

Hey guys. I lost my beautiful boy Oakley yesterday due to an absolute tragic accident where I didnāt see him and he ran under my feet and I stepped on him, he was making these little wheezing noises so I thought I just knocked the wind out of him still in a complete panic I checked and made sure I couldnāt feel anything was broken and everything felt good. He was taking short sharp breathes and ran off. Couldnāt find him for a minute then found him limp under the couch with blood coming out his nose (this literally all happened within5 minutes) And unfortunately he was gone and there was nothing I could do. I feel so guilty and absolutely broken. I loved this bun with my whole heart. He was my first pet and my best friend. Heās been buried under a beautiful red frangipani tree because he was my fiery little boy. Any advice on the grieving process would be greatly appreciated. Like he has a whole room dedicated to him and I canāt even go down to that end of the house. Do I remove his stuff? I cant really ignore it as itās the sunroom attached to my laundry and toilet so Iām in there everyday. I know these probably seem like silly questions but I have no one else whoās gone through this. Everyone keeps telling me āheās just a rabbitā but he wasnāt just a rabbit. He was my baby
Picture of my beautiful angel and his beautiful tree
by Miserable-Cup-2396