It's been a tough summer for me. Admittedly, I should have talked about it on here too, but it was easier doing it in other places where I can make a quick post. As a warning, this journal refers to animal death, so if that's something triggering for you, please don't read ahead. It doesn't go into detail or anything, but pertains to the subject. Tomorrow marks about 3 months since Spencer, my pet rabbit, passed away. Throughout that timeframe, I've been processing all of these emotions and struggling to fully accept his passing. Being quite the superstitious sort, I know he's here in spirit, and he's giving me signs and all other sorts of reassurances, but it's still been hard. I still miss what we had, and know I won't be able to have it for a long, long time. I don't think I'll have the heart to adopt another for a while, either. There's been a lot of pain. A lot of regret, of wishing I could have done better, despite doing my very best. He's lived a long 12 1/2 years, so I