Mercredi, 3 Avril 2013: PART II: Simba

As soon as I published the last blog post I got a letter in the mail. It was from the woman who I procured to take care of my giant flemish rabbit Simba. Michelle lives on a farm with tons of animals and 11 children--some of which are adopted, so I figured this would be a nice, loving family to let him stay with while I was in France for the year. Well, the letter reads this:

Dear Melinda,

Hi! I hope that this letter gets to you. 

And I hope that you are doing good and having 

a good time over there.

I do not have the internet at my home

anymore. The only internet I have is on my

phone and it is not good so I really can't

see anything on it. So I can't do facebook.

Well, I am writing to let you know that

Simba got sick and that I don't know how or

why and that I took him to the vet because

of it because I did not know what to do

for him and my oldest son Wesley paid to

make sure that he was taken care of.

The vet said that he got some kind of

flu/cold or something like that. With

small animals it's hard to tell. He had

a fever and did not want to eat and

just did not want to play so I did

what the vet said. They gave me meds

and I fed him baby food by hand to make

sure he was eating.

I tried to call you and something was

going on with your phone at the time. 

I have all of the vet papers if you want

to see them.

After a week of doing everything I could

and going back to the vet and a lot of

crying on my part, the vet said that he

was not getting better, that I did everything

that they told me to do.

I am so, so sorry. I did everything

I could and I have never had anything

like this happen before.

I am not sure if it was going outside

with the duck and kids too much

but he only went out when it was warm

and when we were all out there with

him and he loved that. I just don't

know what to say but to say I am so, so sorry.

I really hope you will understand

that we took care of him like he

was part of our family and he was loved. 

And it was very hard to see him sick.

And I am sorry that he died but the vet

did everything they could.

I am so sorry.

- Michelle

Well...great. My favorite pet. LITERALLY, my baby, has died. I probably should have brought him to France with me like I had planned but I thought he would've been happier with all of those kids and animals. I met everyone. Everyone was great and I could feel that they were all filled with a lot of love. We did a week-long trial period where I left Simba with the family and he seemed super happy. This isn't the first time I've had a rabbit die, and with them, it's normally out of no where so I'm sure it was nothing the family did. I don't hold them responsible at all because I know they really loved him. It really sucks though. Welcome to my worst fucking week of the year.