The pain was a dull ache that was always there. I wondered why I didn't feel or enjoy things that I usually did. The depression from the loss was more of just a lack of feeling for many things. It was if there was and still is somewhat, a black hole that eats up the energy of those feelings. It's hard to explain.
My bunnies have brought distraction- sometimes it's just with their care, sometimes it's with their antics. Rabbits though, unlike TV or other forms of escape, interact with us. They kept me going. They provided love, friendship and gentle caring. Also, they nudge me to keep going, to remind me I still am needed and still have reasons to go on with my life.
Also, they have been non judgmental, and aren't telling me to "snap out of it" like some humans might. People do need to grieve on their own level at their own pace. People do need those nudges but in ways that just remind us to connect with the physical world too. They don't tell us to "snap out of it", but to "stay connected" to those that are around us and with our world, but in a way that lets us do it at our own pace.