My rabbit died today. His name was Rozzy, a masculine version of his original name Rosehip because Pets@Home thought he was a girl and I took him home thinking OK girl name it is then, well my husband and I at the time was obsessed with herbal teas particularly rosehip so we figured that would suit him; it didn’t occur to us to call him anything else even though he was snowy white with tiny pale flecks of grey and big floppy ears, he was a dwarf rabbit they said.
Well anyway, this was in October 2009 and I was two months pregnant with my soon to be son Henry. Around Christmas time I decided that Rosehip was in fact male, because I had rabbits before and they were usually male and chosen by accident not design and he showed he had the stuff down there for being male – I double checked, yes, he was male alright, so Rosehip became Rozzy. Rozzy means fuzzy hair, which suited him a lot as his hair between his ears stuck up like some Mohican.
He also didn’t turn out to be a dwarf rabbit either; he was as big as a cat when he died.
He hadn’t had a good life in comparison to my other pets in my life, in my personal opinion.
His first few months was excellent, he was a house rabbit and I didn’t want anything else to happen to him, I wanted him indoors with us all the time, being that it was impossible to have a dog at that point in time. He was well trained, let loose in the lounge most of the day and locked in his (recommended by the pet shop) 80cm cage!
When I was 7 months pregnant the pregnancy didn’t go too well for me, in fact I became almost physically disabled, I couldn’t bend or crouch down, particularly when I got to 32 weeks, an old lady out walked me with her Zimmer frame and asked if I was alright! That’s how bad I got, I was so embarrassed! I was 27 and outwalked by a granny with a zimmer! The baby kept lying in difficult positions. My mother was coming to stay, I thought, to help me because I am having a bad time with the pregnancy and was warned that the baby might be premature – well little did I know but she had planned to turn my whole world upside-down, she insisted the rabbit be moved into the utility room, so we did this, because she bought her dog with her and he is a terrier breed.
I could barely get out there to visit my rabbit. Eventually when the baby was born, mother left the day after I went home from hospital – she had no intention of keeping her promise to me and teaching me how to bathe the baby, change the nappy, etc, I had to learn all of this from midwives!
I could never understand why she lived with me for seven weeks during my pregnancy and then went back to London the day after the baby comes home! What was the point in coming at all?
To top it all, the baby was in hospital for the first 5 days of his life with an infection, so I was at my wits end and I was calmed at the idea my mother had nursing experience. She didn’t look at it that way and went anyway. She redecorated my house when I was in hospital without permission, things were moved from places they should have been kept and it took us ages to find them all again.
I was wrapped up with the baby for the first 2 months and then I started to go and see my rabbit in the utility again; Paul looked after him for me. I decided that I would like him moved back into the lounge but the midwives and other people said it would be unhygienic for the baby and that the baby might develop allergies or asthma because of the straw.
I wasn’t happy.
I said to my husband that I was about to play bingo online and that if I won anything over £50 I would get a hutch and have the rabbit outside as I would take it as a sign. I won £150! So out he went, reluctantly, to live in the garden, just before autumn of 2010.
Pauls family, my dad, and Paul himself did a lot to try and make the garden decent for my rabbit. But then I got ill and Paul got tied up with all of my chores as well as his own, raising the baby, caring for the pets (as I have more than just a rabbit, I have guinea pigs too), so the garden wasn’t kept good, the utility room became a hoarders haven and because of that, I couldn’t get out into the garden myself unless Paul was there for support as I have chronic vertigo and other disabilities. So I personally only got to see the rabbit to touch him about four times a year.
I promised the rabbit that if I came into any more money, I would buy a large cage on wheels and bring him back in with me, but that didn’t happen until last week. I won £300 last week and I found that a cage 120cm was being sold on ebay for £40. I got it and it was delivered Monday – unfortunately the whole household has flu, I still have it, but I needed to write about this today. I feel so guilty about his life and I feel this is the biggest example of SODS LAW I’ve ever known. My husband had promised that even though he had flu, he would have tried today if it wasn’t raining to get the rabbit moved into the new cage – well it rained today, but the rabbit died this morning and I am so sad, angry at myself, angry at sods law and I just wished he knew I kept my promise to him!
Poor Rozzy. He is buried under the ash tree in the garden with his 5 siblings. 3 guinea pigs and 2 hamsters. Scrabble, Checkers, Autumn, Donald and Bella. His sister Rowan was told and I don’t believe any scientist that tells me that animals don’t understand people, because she shed a tear! She knew him, she was put into a play pen in front of his hutch in the summers with her sister Autumn, Ruby never knew Rozzy her big brother (Ruby is another guinea pig that is companion to Rowan, she is tiny and Rowan became her mum when she moved in as I believe the seller sold Ruby too young, because Ruby had toilet trouble when she first moved in and Rowan helped lick her to help her).
My little boy wants another rabbit. But his dad says no, not yet, he also asked me if I would like to get the girls (my guinea pig duo) another one to two girls to live with them or a boar? Paul used to be a guinea pig breeder (hobbyist) he once had 50 guinea pigs all to himself, he said he misses it.
I only ever had the 5 guinea pigs since I lived here with him. I would love to see baby guinea pigs. They live indoors and they are not the sinus problem, because I had them moved out for a few weeks and it made no difference to me whatsoever.
I love pets. I don’t have much money right now to have more than just 2 cages of guinea pigs, approximately 6 guinea pigs. But if I had more money, I would be like my godmother, Gina. She is like the female equivalent of Ace Ventura! In her glory days (as I call it) she had this amounts of pets = 9 cats, 6 dogs, 6 rabbits, 2 ducks, 6 terrapins, 2 guinea pigs, 6 cockatiels, an aquarium of fish, 3 rats and 3 budgies, she also whilst having all of these to herself, had a donkey for 2 months but had to give it up due to expense and unruly behaviour! Her eldest daughter would also get her mum to babysit her pets for her from time to time, two more dogs.
I would never keep birds though, but chickens or ducks are OK. Cats don’t like me generally and Paul don’t like cats – I am loved by most dogs though, the bigger the dog I’ve noticed, the more likely it chooses me for its pal! I don’t know if it’s because I look like I can handle them and they think, PERFECT the mama is big! I am 5ft 7 and large and prone to gaining muscle when I exercise too easily!
I can see me having 12 chickens, 3 dogs, 30 guinea pigs, 4 rabbits and 6 hamsters, maybe if I had room goats or pigs and always a large aquarium. Well, that’s my dream.
I would like lizards and snakes, but my husband can’t do them, or rats. I don’t mind any animal, as long as it isn’t spiders. I would even love a fruit bat!
People cringe at me, because I will kiss any animal. Trained my guinea pigs to kiss me, kissed a rat, kissed a snake, and kissed a camel. I am very kissable!
I don’t have parrots sitting on my shoulders, I have Irish Wolfhounds. That was typical when I visited Gina, her Irish wolfhound Amy loved me so much she would use me as a chair. Some fete for a huge dog! A lot of pain for my shoulders! I had to sit back on the sofa, rigid so the dog wouldn’t lose its balance!
I nearly worked with animals on 4 occasions, when I lived with my mum. Every occasion she made me forget the idea. I even had job interviews with vets to train as an auxiliary nurse. I had been accepted to become a police dog trainer, as I am very good at training dogs to do almost anything I want them to, I have a knack with them. I also applied to work for the dog kennels but mum wasn’t happy about that either as I would only be earning £100 a week. The other job was to train to be a dog groomer.
Anyway, I should wrap this up and stop the trips down memory lane of all the animals I ever knew, as the list would be astronomical! Seriously, had too many pets in my experience, too many animal friends instead of people friends. So, I hope you enjoyed this post.
Rest in peace my little bunny xxx
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Up there in the far blue sky
Flying circles in the air
Oh what comfort they give to me
Their bad reputation, it does deceive
For they’re just birds that fly on by
Whether black or blue like the sky
Know me and the way I am,
I am the ocean,
I am the sands
I am the sky
I am the birds,
I am the beast
I am all words.
I can love and I can hate,
I can kill and create,
I am something and I am not,
I am cold and I am hot.
I am life and I am death,
I am the wine,
I am the bread.
I am wet and I am dry,
I am the hills,
who am I?..…God!
I wrote the below piece in 2006, however the original piece was done within ninety minutes and was never revised despite me putting it up on the lulu.com marketplace. Ironically it sold 9 copies, unfortunately that’s all it did sell in the whole seven years it was on site.
In my humble opinion this revised copy of the book is far better.
It is a little long for a blog post, nine pages of an A4 sheet of paper when this is printed to be precise.
You can probably guess what the creature is before the end, as I don’t exactly leave it a mystery, but I hope you enjoy it.
I wanted to publish the revised copy of this book on lulu.com but I have found they no longer accept books which are less than 32 pages, so I couldn’t.
There is a creature on this planet which reaps more than it sows and causes fear to all other animals, birds and fishes because collectively they are merciless.
This creature tries to override natural laws, embittering themselves whilst destroying everything else that stands in their way.
It pollutes its own habitat, making trees fall all around them rendering other animals homeless, helpless and lost.
Everywhere this creature touches, becomes barren stony land, or so heavily polluted that it is spread thick with black goo called oil, the seas and oceans are turning black with the stuff they call “black gold”.
They consume both meat and vegetables, eggs and even fill their bodies with toxins and chemicals without a thought of what it might do to them.
They try to deny nature to touch them, living in stone boxes, avoiding feral behaviour, denying they’re an animal too, they try to outwit death and prolong their already long lives with unnatural means.
They fell massive forests; day after day after day, nothing is safe, thousands of miles a year doomed to become barren wastelands.
They don’t always do this for food and shelter alone, but for the sake of owning more than their companions, making things that are unneeded for natural survival and like termites they sweep across the Earth like a plague causing nothing but mayhem and destruction; though, they see it as construction.
They hunt other creatures on a mass scale, hundreds become extinct a decade because of this foul creature, bird, fish, insect, mammal, reptile, nothing is safe. They hunt for food, clothing, trophies, decorations and fun, or simply because another creature seems to become successful too, this is not allowed, nor is another creature allowed to trespass on their lands.
This is not all, this terrible creature I am telling you about will also kill themselves, their loved ones, their neighbours and even strangers, whilst preaching about rights and equality and love. Oh yes, this creature is definitely paradoxically hypercritical.
What do they do to each other I hear you ask?
Boiling each other alive
Setting each other on fire
Blowing each other up
Smashing heads with blunt objects
Cutting heads off each other
Some don’t care why they do it, they just like to do that sort of thing, and others claim they do it for noble reasons, whether it’s religion, revenge or controlling the masses.
This creature isn’t limited to where it goes and where it can live, they adapt unfortunately, to extreme climates, they are making technologies to make cities under the sea and oceans and to even venture to outer space.
This creature can move mountains, hills, rivers, lakes, build them too, but they’d rather destroy, they clear fields and meadows, basically bleed the earth dry of all its resources, nutrients and goodness, turning lands into polluted graveyards of a once evergreen world.
This creature not only causes havoc with the living, but they also like to bother the dead as well, waking up spirits of their ancestors for conversations they call séances.
If vampires existed they would definitely hide in the shadows like the movies portray, because this creature will hunt it down and bring an extinction before you can say “oh my goodness, there’s a vampire in my street”.
Werewolves would think twice before they started to howl at the moon.
The poor loch ness monster hides for its life in fear of becoming the best trophy ever known to planet Earth!
The yeti and Sasquatch isolate themselves in snowy mountain tops simply to keep a peaceful life away from this horrible creature’s attention.
It is said that ancient gods even moved away from this creature to keep away from their vile creation, keeping their existence secret because they became slaves to the demands of their creatures, who corrupted, lied, cheated and used them for all but good.
Beautiful fur coats of the mink and other animals stripped off their flesh in a second because they’re beautiful; this creature wants to wear the fur on themselves, to imitate its beauty, rather than allowing the lovely creature to live and run around, so they can happily watch them.
This creature I am talking to you about, loves taking another creature as entertainment, making the little animals suffer with little tricks, being wrenched away from their families, castrated so they can’t breed, shoved into small cages, fed unnatural food, being pointed at and laughed at, controlled and humiliated day after day after day.
Some are forced to fight each other, others turned into slaves.
Insects squashed for the sake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or being ugly… anything ugly in this world is anything dead or soon to be added to the extinction list!
This creature yearns to contact alien life forms, yet cannot tolerate each other in their own various colour formations, cultures, beliefs, languages and orientations.
This creature is….
This was based on my old views on humanity; I have become more tolerant of them over the years, particularly as we seem to be doing more for nature nowadays and we are progressing socially into a more tolerant species.
You entwine upon my trellis, twisting here and twisting there, living your life without a care
Slowly you creep, ever winding, still finding your way around
Round and around
You live in never-ending circles
The slowest merry-go-round in the world for bugs and ants alike
Grinding into woods and trees, digging deep with all your might
Your berries, like amethysts glow in the gleaming sun attracting birds like starlings to feast and to come
My emerald city thinks the aphid
My poem here is done
© Tina Cousins 2013
The flamboyance of winter, the buoyancy of snow, falls through the ether in a wintry glow.
Ice shards a plenty like diamond banners covers all crevices
The white fragile wonder crushed underfoot, freezes my breath and brings to others a quickened death
Some say the world dies when snow arrives, but for me it comes alive, it brings life
For when the snow is gone, freshness of nature comes fully alive!
This is a litany to the snow, my misty, mystic, graceful show
How I watch in wonder to see, all the things that frost can bring
Webs of glass and footprints of birds, an ushered silence is much deserved
For with snow I have reverence and deign, to wait for it to return again.
© Tina Cousins 2013