Dear Diary,
Well, it's no secret that I've been struggling with depression and suicidal ideation. I wasn't ready to handle much of anything.
Today, my beloved rabbit passed away. Husband is out of town, and it's just been me and my animals. I have (I had) two rabbits who I love(d) very much.
I was bringing them some blueberries, when I found her tiny body. I suspect that she choked, and I feel that it is my fault.
Husband is coming home today, fortunately.
Today sucks.