Keira is the only rabbit I have now. I lost both Freya and Loki today. They died while getting a spay operation. The vets don't know what went wrong. Loki was only a year old. Freya has helped me get through so much and now she's gone. It's like a part of me died with her. I'll never hear her growl or kiss her on the nose ever again. She was my first rabbit. I'll never find another rabbit like her.

Why does life hate me?