Sep 17, 2010

On its Last Legs

Warning: this blog post does not have a happy ending.

Yesterday, when I let the dogs out first thing in the morning, I saw them not pottying, or chasing woodland creatures up the incline, but instead they were standing underneath the blue spruce tree, tail wagging playfully, watching something with intense curiosity.

It was this little guy:

He was being stared down by 2 border collies and was trying to move away but clearly had a badly injured leg. So the bf and I went on auto pilot and strapped on a pair of gloves, and picked up the rabbit. He was docile. He did not put up any sort of a fight. He looked like he had just given up and was surrendering and accepting his demise. But because we're not cave men, instead of eating him, we put him in a dog crate and made some phone calls and brought him to a local wild life center:

It's awesome that these places exist and all the good work they do. They save so many creatures: squirrels, opossums, rabbits, herons, deer and even coyotes.

I called up the next day to get an update, and it was not good. He was euthanized because his leg had been injured for so long, at least a couple weeks. His bone was exposed and there were maggots all over his leg. He must have been hit or run over. So the only thing they could do was put him down. I'm glad that he's no longer in pain, but I'm sad the little cotton tail I named RabPi, didn't have a happy ending like Hendrix the squirrel...

1 comment:

  1. Oh that is so sad! My heart goes out to the little animals. You are such a wonderful person for caring for them! Thank you for sharing your animal stories. :)