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Wrapped up, so consumed
by all this hurt
If you ask me, don’t know
where to start
Anger, love, confusion
Roads that go nowhere
I know there’s somewhere
better
‘Cause you take me there
Came to you with a
broken faith
Gave me more than a hand
to hold
Take Me Home – Jess Glynne
If you follow
my social media accounts, (particularly my Twitter: https://twitter.com/aimes_wilson) this
post probably seemed inevitable and just a matter of time before it was written
and published! I guess it’s fairly obvious that I find blogging soothing and
therapeutic so it’s probably a given that I was going to use it as a coping
skill in the death of my beloved lop-eared Lionhead bunny, Pixie.
“I said that I
had a bad feeling!”
For a long time, my poor mental health meant that I was really out
of touch with having accurate and fair instincts around my physical health. I
think this largely stemmed from the abuse and how much pain I experienced from
it because I found myself cutting myself off from that harsh, painful reality.
It meant that once my mental health started to improve through hospitalisation,
medication, and therapy, I found that actually; I could be in tune with my body
and not fall apart in doing so.
Becoming more aware of my health, also meant that I found myself to develop very good instincts where my pets were concerned too. One key example of this was with Pixie. It was only early afternoon one day a few years ago so Pixie had only really been exhibiting symptoms (no appetite and no passing of poop) for the morning, but I had a bad feeling, so I called the Vets. The Vet was reluctant to give me an appointment for Pixie because she believed she should be given longer at home to check if she really was poorly. I remember telling her that I knew my bunny better than anyone and I knew something was wrong. Fortunately the Vet agreed to do an examination and within five minutes of it, she said it had been very lucky I’d insisted on the check-up because Pixie had Gut Stasis; which can be fatal for rabbits.
