I arrived home from work tonight to find one of the little bunnies beside the driveway looking very sad. I picked it up and gave it a snuggle and checked it out. It looked fine but breathed with little enthusiasm and had no objections to me holding it which is odd for a wild animal. As it has been pretty dry I thought perhaps it was a bit dehydrated so I tried to eye dropper some water into its mouth but it wasn't interested. Off to the cardboard box lined with a flannelette sheet to recover hopefully.
I checked on it throughout the evening and it seemed ok, just resting. Then at 10.30pm I gave it one last check before bed and I thought it had passed away. It was stretched out, eyes wide open. When I stroked it the little hind legs started thumping. I picked it up and cuddled it, hopefully having it close to my chest hearing my heartbeat would be some comfort and the thought of it not being alone certainly gave me some comfort. I went inside and sat down with it. Sam came in to say goodnight and found me hugging this bunny on its way out. It hadn't moved for a while so I asked him it had gone and as he touched it suddenly its head thrust back and it let out the most heartbreaking squeal. And then the cries continued, its little body in spasms and the terrible squeals. I was reduced to a sobbing mess and I begged Sam to do something to stop its suffering. Sam took bunny outside and very heroically 'assisted' this little being depart. He wrapped bunny in the sheet and performed a burial in the graveyard at 11 pm while I showered and washed away my tears.
There is nothing more horrible than seeing a creature suffer, I just hope it was in pain for a long time. I will miss seeing bunny on the driveway. I know, like possums, they're considered a pest but they are living beings, just like us, that have every right to being on this planet and, if compared to what we do to our planet, leave less destruction in their paths than we do.
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