Yesterday I took a nice long walk with my husband. Perfect temperatures, had some Italian Ice. All nice. Lovely start to summer.
Until on the way home, on a main street, we saw a bunny...missing the back half of his body, still alive and pulling himself up a curb with his front hands.
He had a look on his face of "help". I crouched down, offered my condolences and then we left.
And now I can't stop thinking about this bunny and just leaving him there.
I mean, there was no way to save him at that point, but now I feel horrible that I left him alone.
In so many ways I have felt like that bunny during my life. Needing desperate help and having no one. And here I go and do that to something else.
I made a donation today on behalf of that bunny. I don't feel any better, but at least I did something today.
Sorry bunny, may you be at peace now.
No one may care, but I do.
