Yesterday, one of the groundskeepers in my complex brought me a baby bunny he found while ripping out a bush on the grounds.
The little bunny was only a week or so old, very skinny, and very cold. Her breathing was labored and she couldn't move on her own will. Her mother must have abandoned the nest when the groundskeepers started working on the bush. The groundskeeper said the other two babies in the nest had passed before he had gotten to them.
I held her close to my body in attempt to warm her up and cuddled her on the couch. I knew there wasn't much I could do other than make her comfortable in her last moments. Her little dark eyes looked up at me in fear, but soon it became a more calm look as I stroked her back and talked gently to her.
My dog, a gentle hearted soul, wouldn't leave us for anything. He kept looking at the bunny and then at me. His eyes plead for me to help her. I was helpless, he was helpless. He would lick her ears gently and whine at me. He wanted to help her. I wanted to help her.
Baby Bunny closed her eyes and passed silently only 15 minutes after I received her. I cried for her. My dog nuzzled her, trying to awake her from her forever sleep. He nuzzled me to tell me it would be okay. After a few minutes of holding her close to me, I took her outside and buried her in one of the gardens in the complex. I kissed her soft little head and placed her in the ground. There's a rock that marks her tiny grave, but no other clues to her final resting place.
Her death affected me more than I thought it would. I knew from the moment the grounds keeper placed her in my hands she wouldn't make it into the night, yet I still grieve for her. The innocence of her. The trust she put in me to protect her. I miss her. I grieve for her. She embodied so much of the grief I already held within me. She is my outlet for so much sadness I've been holding on to.
The little bunny was only a week or so old, very skinny, and very cold. Her breathing was labored and she couldn't move on her own will. Her mother must have abandoned the nest when the groundskeepers started working on the bush. The groundskeeper said the other two babies in the nest had passed before he had gotten to them.
I held her close to my body in attempt to warm her up and cuddled her on the couch. I knew there wasn't much I could do other than make her comfortable in her last moments. Her little dark eyes looked up at me in fear, but soon it became a more calm look as I stroked her back and talked gently to her.
My dog, a gentle hearted soul, wouldn't leave us for anything. He kept looking at the bunny and then at me. His eyes plead for me to help her. I was helpless, he was helpless. He would lick her ears gently and whine at me. He wanted to help her. I wanted to help her.
Baby Bunny closed her eyes and passed silently only 15 minutes after I received her. I cried for her. My dog nuzzled her, trying to awake her from her forever sleep. He nuzzled me to tell me it would be okay. After a few minutes of holding her close to me, I took her outside and buried her in one of the gardens in the complex. I kissed her soft little head and placed her in the ground. There's a rock that marks her tiny grave, but no other clues to her final resting place.
Her death affected me more than I thought it would. I knew from the moment the grounds keeper placed her in my hands she wouldn't make it into the night, yet I still grieve for her. The innocence of her. The trust she put in me to protect her. I miss her. I grieve for her. She embodied so much of the grief I already held within me. She is my outlet for so much sadness I've been holding on to.
Sleep tight Baby Bunny.
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