little one

I found a baby bunny on the road going for my walk today. Probably a week old, smaller than my fist. Thought it was dead but it moved a little so i picked it up. It was bleeding and freezing cold but still alive. I cradled it in my hands trying to warm it up going back home and when i began stroking it it turned its head towards my finger and made the most heart wrenching little suckling movements and sounds searching for its mother's milk. I washed him clean of the blood and found several tiny puncture wounds from bites, probably a weasel pulled him out of his nest and dragged him onto the road. He warmed up and began moving more and i stroked him. I knew he was dying from the very beginning, but thought if i could warm him up and find the nest perhaps he'd have a chance after all. I couldn't find a nest obviously - which rabbit burrow to put him in? If that is indeed where the mothers keep them and not in a grassy nest somewhere in a field. He died in my hands even before i went back to look for a nest though i didn't realise it at the time. He had heaved a couple of deep sighs and without me knowing was off on his way. A little spirit back to the universe, me left with a tiny body still warm. Life is quite something.

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[PixieDust]

:-(

Though this is melancholy, I'm uplifted by the fact that this little furry one did not die alone... what a blessing for him that you came along to comfort his last moments.

[Linni]

Ahhh Caroline...I just got the image of God sending you as the bunny's little angel, wrapping your 'wings' around him...while on his journey...what a lucky bunny to have had you to wrap him into overflowing with love and tenderness...xx