Sept 2014
The school year was about to get out and one of the sunny mornings my kids and I spotted a bunny sitting in our driveway. We started backing out in the car and noticed it didn't move away. It finally did, very slowly as we got very close. We got out and, upon a closer look, noticed it had been injured by, what looked like, being hit by a car. I couldn't just leave it there so I very carefully put it in a box on a soft towel and rushed the kids to school.
Upon getting home, I picked the box up and took it to the nearest veterinary to have it checked out. They told me that it would not make it and would be best to have it put to sleep. They took it and humanely put it out of it's misery. Because the kids hadn't seen the cycle of this process, I asked the vet if it would be alright for me to take it home and honor it by the kids and I bury it in the yard somewhere, as we have a large enough property. They did let me take it if I promised to bury me deep enough that no animal would dig it up. If they did dig it up, the drugs in the bunny may actually kill the animal that eats it.
So, the kids get home and we buried it in the woods, piling rocks up on it as they did in those old cowboy western movies. We said our goodbye's and went on about our life. I went on on for about a month when I noticed something had moved the rocks and dug up the bunny! "Oh great", I thought. A couple more days passed and it dawned on me that I hadn't seen the neighbor dog, "Buddy", for a while! Oh, that "Buddy". He runs the neighborhood, everyone knows him. Everybody complains about him. Everybody worries about him crossing the busy street nearby and some even speak to the owners about him. We all, at some point or other have just wished they would just keep him home. He had run a path in the grass and bushes in our yard during his travels!
Well, there I am, thinking that I killed him! I felt flush, I said a little prayer. I struggled for the words to say, if I were ever, to say anything to the neighbors who own "Buddy"! "I killed Buddy!" I decided to just keep this secret to myself ... and my husband!
Well, it was just so that, after about a month, there he was ... Buddy! mosying around, heading across the back portion of our property! Whew, he was alive after all! From then on I have never complained about him. I did run into the neighbor who was out walking his beloved Buddy, and told them the story. All was well!
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