Saying goodbye to your best friend is hard.
On August 21, 2024, I said an unexpected goodbye to my first pet. He wasn’t just a pet, though; he was my best friend. He cuddled with me when I was depressed, followed me around everywhere, and curled up with me when I was working.
Bunny Anthajets was loved by many, and he loved right back. If you rubbed his head and fed him cilantro, you were his best friend.
I have many memories, videos, and photos of him that I look at daily. Even to this day, I say goodnight to him. His photo is still my phone’s wallpaper, and his Instagram is still up. I tried changing the name last month and cried for hours.
No one talks about grieving for a pet. For those who don’t have one, they’ll tell you, “They’re just animals.”
Bunzy saved my life many times. “I can’t go anywhere. No one will take care of him like I can.”
The few times I went out of town, I could expect him to be attached to me as soon as I came home. We were inseparable until his final breath.
I don’t know if heaven exists, or how it exists, but I do believe our beloved pets wait for us on the other side. In the meantime, they’re playing with the others who have crossed the bridge carefree.
Bunzy,
You taught me how to love and care for animals in a way I didn’t know I could. For every stray cat I name and feed, new bun I adopt, bird that lands on my balcony, and baby kitten I give a home to, I think of you. I thank you so much for softening my heart and making me a better person.
Love you forever.
I have over 1000 images of him, and over a million memories in my heart. You were the best bunny.
