militant atheist
avoidant
Our much-loved dwarf lop rabbit has disappeared. The incredibly affectionate Peter Buck, who had become increasingly difficult to get in at night has, I guess, finally run out of luck having been missing since Monday night. What's throwing me is the sheer depth of loss I'm feeling about what is, after all, just a rabbit. Since the night-time shennanigans started I've kinda been preparing myself with 'well he takes his chances' talk, but now the inevitable has happened I'm shocked at the deep sense of loss I'm feeling. Pacey restleness coupled with an inability to concentrate on anything at all, together with a constant 'stone in the stomach'. I suppose with working from home I've spent many many hours with him and now it's really hit me how the loss of a pet can really knock you sideways.
Any other Urbanites who've been through this shit have my deepest sympathy!
Any other Urbanites who've been through this shit have my deepest sympathy!

What was it? That's tickled me for some reason.