I lost my Bunnicula (Prince Mister Bunny) late Thursday night March 30th 2000 while I was driving to Animal 911. He was a very old man with many ailments so it was his diseases and old age but I hurt nonetheless. My husband put together a quick page with recent picts (March 1999, when I adopted Samhain). Here is the link:

• Please visit the shelter that I adopted Bunnicula from... maybe adopt an animal or make a donation?
  Community Animal Rescue Effort
  Also check out the music cd called a cat-shaped hole in my heart.
  
  
• Here are some pretty old pictures of Mister Bunny around the time I first adopted him:
  Prince Mister Bunny Picts from 1994-1995ish
  
• This is a synopsis of Bunnicula taken from a posting of mine on the petloss.com message board.
  
  
• In March of 1999 Hugh and I recorded Bunnicula's purr. It's pretty crappy quality and is in *.wav format so we need to do a little work to make it smaller and the sound cleaner. When it's ready I'll put it here so you can enjoy his purr too. I really wish I had recorded the sounds he made. He was a very talkative kitty, you could carry on a conversation with him. I would say hi and he would talk back and he would wait for you to finish... most of the time. More often than not he would just talk to himself. I always thought there would be time to record his sounds later. I miss his talking the most, now my apartment seems so quiet.
  
  
• I spoke with a nice lady named "Laura" at a pet loss hot line.
  Their number is: 1 888 478 7574
  She talked with me for a long time. She also sent me a "Pet loss Packet" with a personal letter from her. I was really touched. The packet contained a poem called "The Rainbow Bridge" which I had never heard of before. It made me happy and really sad at the same time. I imagine my Mr. Bunny in a meadow, healthy and ... well youngER... like when I first adopted him. I imagine his bright eyes looking at me again, asking me if it is ok to join me. I think of this because he would wait near my bed and watch me until I patted the bed for him to join me, only then would he hop up. He was always a gentleman. I imagine him playing with a big gray mouse that he liked when he was younger. It's a good vision but I hurt because I don't have him right now, and I want all that right now.
  I found another version of the "The Rainbow Bridge".
  
  
• I've been doing some searching on the web for pet loss support pages. I sympathized with the pain of the people left behind. However, I was truly saddened to see people mourning lost pets that were let outside unattended for long periods of time, e.g. "letting the cat outside for the night." Letting a cat roam outside is a death sentence. This is such a preventable loss, these cats didn't have to be hit by cars, or killed by cruel people, or killed by other animals, or lost... never to return home... etc. etc. etc...
  For more information on indoor vs. outdoor cats, declawing, dog races, breeders and pet shops please see my "Pet Compassion Page"
  This is not meant to be judgmental, it is meant to inform and educate. The loss of a friend is terribly traumatic and I am not belittling it, I want to prevent losses that could have been avoided by not opening the door. Encouraging an outdoor cat to enjoy a primarily indoor life style is a difficult task and I hope the pages I provide will offer some viable solutions.
  
  
• People say: "It's only a cat." These people will never understand the gift of the eternal unconditional love of a companion animal. Companion animals just love you no matter what you say or how you look. The Rainbow Bridge poem is perfect because it describes my kitty (and companion animals in general) to a tee: who else would wait to enter Heaven so they could enter it with you? To continue to try to work through my grief I have been visiting a comforting web site and talking to my dear mom. For more information on both :) See my thought's on mom and the petloss.com web page.
  
  
• The morning after I lost him I sent out an email to friends and family. It was a good email. It still makes me cry reading it but it gives a pretty good quick description of Mr. Bunny.
  Email on March 31, 2000
  I wrote this email because I want some good things to happen. I want people to adopt from shelters and donate money to no-kill animal shelters. It seems almost sinful to me to purchase an animal from a breeder or purchase an animal from a pet store or breeding your pet when almost 10 million cats and dogs are killed every year in shelters and their only crime is that no one wanted them (especially since there are rescue shelters for every breed imaginable). I want people think about compassion for all animals and how one cat changed my life forever. In my email I ask the people who would ask me "Is there anything I can do" to make a donation to C.A.R.E. (Community Animal Rescue Effort, the shelter where I adopted Bunnicula) in Bunnicula's name. Amazingly enough, there are a lot of donations. People have forwarded the email around and people are sending in donations to C.A.R.E. I think it would be funny if a couple years from now I get that email back... that it turns into one of those emails that travel around the world like "You know you are a child of the 70's when..." People are really touched and can sense and empathize with my grief. It's amazing how one little old orange tabby cat can touch so many people.
  
  
  

  I miss you Mr. Bunny.

  
  
  

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