sophie, or everything overload

Sophie is really my mom's rabbit, and we didn't get along. Like many rabbits can be, she was territorial and not very social, except with my mom and dad, whom she loved. My allergies didn't help; neither did the fact that her cage is is the dining room (= my sewing room) and I'd get stuffy/sneezy whenever I worked. Then my mom went into the hospital and I started to take care of Sophie.

In the last two months, she's become so social, loving--she will hop right up to me now and nose my nose or face if I lie on the carpet. She takes treats gently. She submits to being petted and picked up and loved. She's a mini-rex, and her fur is so, so soft. She has long, graceful ears, and beautiful eyes.

For the past few days, she's been kind of strange, and tonight she can't really get up and she's panting and not taking food. All the vets are closed so we have to wait until tomorrow but it's just getting me all het up. I've had enough with worry and anxiety and sickness this summer. Too much.

It's the last straw on a huge pile. I'm tired out and I need a rest. I won't say I'm taking a blog break, because I'm so contrary that actually writing that would probably put me to writing more and more often. But I might not be around for a bit. Need to tend to my overworked, over-stressed brain and heart. Need to cut down the number of things I expect myself to do.

I'll be posting things every other day or so over at One in Ten, and the details will start to go up next week. Thank you for all your support and love.

See you soon.