Pippi left us to be with her mommy and sister this morning. She was being treated for a respiratory infection and she was doing so well over the weekend, but today she just got so much sicker so fast. She tried to fight to the very end but just wasn't strong enough. I will always love you, my little Pippi Pie, my Pippity-poo. She was the love of my life, and as much as I hate to admit it, she was one of my favorites, along with Roxy. She was the one who helped me keep it together after Roxy died. And now they're both gone. Yesterday she was hopping around and chasing her sister, and today she's gone. I should have taken her to the vet sooner. I'm so sorry, my sweet little baby.

I'm so tired of losing everything I love. I've lost three of my beautiful girls in barely over a year. None of my rabbits have ever made it past 7. I was hoping for at least 3 more years from them. I'm so sick of being so sad all the time and there's no pill in the world that can cure grief. On top of that I have a lot of difficult schoolwork to do, but I just can't focus at all when things like this happen. I don't even know if I'll be able to finish my costume in time for ComicCon. I'm just not strong enough to deal with all of this.