The dying bunny…

This was so sad and yet, part of the circle of life.  I am glad we were here to help, even though I cried for two days.

Bob and I noticed an old, frail rabbit sort of laying under our bird feeder eating sunflower seeds one evening.  You could see he was fading.  He was still there when we went to bed.  In the morning we looked out and he had moved about four feet into the flower bed.  He was laying stretched out on his stomach, like he was flying.

We thought he was gone, so Bob went out to bury him. When he touched him, he lifted up his head, just his head.  I’m crying  and Bob came in and we decided to move him to a more secluded spot (I couldn’t stand the thought of a hawk standing over him). Bob covered the bunny with a dish towel so he stayed quiet and carried him to a green fern bed in the back behind a stone wall. He laid him down and took off the towel.  His eyes were open, but he was still.  I watched as Bob gently stroked him for a minute or two, and then satisfied that he was okay, Bob came in and went to work.

I could not go to check on him -what could I do? In the evening, he had passed, but was still resting peacefully.  Bob buried him.  Just sad.  Life is so fragile…