Hi eveyone, This isn’t actually a memorial post, per say, but I wanted to get this off my chest… I’ve been thinking a lot about this since I saw the article this morning: http://blog.peta.org/archives/2009/….php?c=pfs WARNING: DISTURBING IMAGE ON THIS SITE This made me feel a bit better, but not much http://www.woio.com/Global/story.asp?S=10848039
And then I got to thinking about all those poor bunnies and animals that have similar fates at the hands of cruel people and all the poor furbabies that never find a loving home and, instead, spend their remaining numbered days in shelters, or worse, in an abusive negletful “home.” I love Leroy and my other pets so much and I have so much love to give to other fuzzy babies, but there are so many homeless animals out there, and it makes me sad to think about all the wonderful, silly, loyal, beautiful animals that will never experience the life of a spoiled house pet and the love of a completely devoted (some might say crazy) human “slave.” It makes me so mad!
This afternoon, I was starting to feel better… Things were going well at work and my projects were moving right along and on schedule, and then after work, I got to spend lot of time with my boyfriend and we had a good evening… and as we were driving back (we were on a quiet country road), we saw this tiny little wild rabbit in the road.
WARNING: description below may be disturbing to some
I thought at first it was doing a big stretch in the middle of the road, and just hanging out, but as we slowed down and got closer, I saw that the poor little thing was dragging itself by its front legs, desperately trying to get out of the road. It had been hit by a car and left to die. The poor little bun seemed to be paralyzed in it’s hind legs, most likely a broken back, and its intestines were hanging out of its abdomen. As we pulled up beside it, it just turned and looked at me with the most piercing eyes… it was obviously scared out of its wits and in a tremendous amount of pain. I knew he was dying, but I wasn’t sure if he’d die quickly or suffer for hours. I know some of you may not agree with this but… I wanted my boyfriend to turn the car around and drive over it, to put it out of its misery quickly instead of leaving it in pain. Taking it to a vet briefly crossed my mind, but even if it made it to the nearest vet (almost 2 hours away) and somehow survived, it was a wild rabbit, not suited for life in a house. (And then of course, there are the dangers of me coming in contact with wild rabbit blood and possibly bringing something home to Leroy). So there really was nothing we could do for it. My boyfriend didn’t want to drive over it – neither of us are capable of hurting an animal, let alone killing one! But I felt like I had to suck it up and help release it from it’s pain. The last thing I wanted was for the vultures or other nasty things to start picking at its body before the bunny died. Nor did I want it to get hit again and not be killed by the second car. So I traded seats with my boyfriend and got behind the wheel (even though I felt like I was going to throw up at the thought of what I was going to do) and drove back to where it was in the road. But by the time we got back (it took probably less than a minute for us to switch seats and drive back), he had passed on. At that point, all I could do was send up a little prayer for him. I can still see the pain and fear in his eyes and it’s tearing me up. I know life is hard in the wild and death is most definitely a frequent occurance, but to see that poor little bun in so much pain that someone had hit and left to suffer made me so upset and angry. Sigh…
I’m so glad I was able to go home tonight and cuddle Leroy. But thinking so much about all these poor buns bring back the pain of loosing Little Sugar, my first bunny. I loved my beautiful ruby eyed white nethie dearly. It’s been 5 years since she passed on at the age of 8, and I still miss her. I will always love you, Sugar-bun.
Binky free little bunnies! I’ll meet you all at Rainbow Bridge. Say hi to Little Sugar for me.