Its been a major ‘jamas day today (oh lord, i’m reading Eats, Shoots and Leaves and my own punctuation is now doing my head). Fran cried most of the night and most of the day and i didn’t do much better. I woke up in the night from a full Warner Brothers cartoon Watership Down dream (with the Black rabbit in the cast) remembering that this disease is referred to as “the white blindness” in the book – and that totally undid me. Its so unfair to have had our family pet wiped out by 50 year old biological warfare :~( I spent most of the night listening to Fran crying in her sleep. I’m pinning my hopes on the fact that Button seems strong and in good spirits – but its a bit of a faint hope.
Button is in the house, we decided that is the lesser of the two evils, so hopefully even if she does get it we will either spot it quickly and get her put out of her misery or she won’t get pneumonia and as a vax’d rabbit, she has a fighting chance of getting through it. If by any chance she didn’t catch it till yesterday though, the incubation period is not up till the end of our holiday, so we really don’t know what to do about that. Its just dreadful. Added to that the car smells funny, so tomorrow i somehow have to get into town on the bus with 4 kids to a museum trip and carry a huge bag of parcels i should have posted 2 days ago. Fran is still lying on the sofa crying and i just don’t know what to do for her, i feel so helpless.
Maddy came up trumps – she gave Fran a cuddle and said “Don’t worry, think of “The Little Match Girl” – Peter will be all warm in heaven with God (who is a very powerful man) and all his family” – i’m not quite sure about this sentimental version of God/Heaven they seem to have acquired but just at the moment i’m going with it – anything is better than repeated questions about whether he is okay/missing her/safe/frightened? Believe me Fran is not currently up to dead pet dissections or visualisations of incinerated diseased pets.
I have this unpleasant feeling that the water has gone over my head somewhat, i don’t actually seem to be able to do what my child requires of me. Bit dramatic probably, although not quite as over-dramatic as Fran flinging herself to her bed and wailing “Peter was my only friend and i just can’t live without him….”
In other news. Maddy went to Rainbows for the first time and loved it. Amelie played even more lego, Fran did manage to browse the Sylvanian Families site on her own, finish her Dinosaur Sticker Book and draw a picture of Peter. Josie’s toes have touched the bottom of her 3-6 month babygrows.. she is SOOO long.
