I didn’t expect today to go like this

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I came home to find this little guy, all alone. Two of his litter mates were killed. I saw him there, alone and confused, and I had to do something. He’s hairless. His eyes are still closed. He was punctured in his belly, and his intestines were falling out of him. I thought he was a goner.

I called a wildlife rehabilitator and left a message. No response. And no surprise really. It sucks that I expected no response, but I digress. So, I did what I felt was right, and I took him in, and decided to keep him comfortable until he passed. This was around 6:30 pm.

So here I am, at 2:00 am, and he’s still here. I’m not sure why. I set him in his box, with fluffy bedding, hoping I created the perfect environment for him to pass away comfortably and peacefully. But no. He hung on. I wrapped him in a washcloth, and held him close to me. The little guy started to walk! He was stumbling over his insides (literally), and nuzzled under my chin. My heart melted.

Since then, I’ve named him Pooh and I’ve been holding him close. We’ve watched The Golden Girls and Frasier. We’ve bonded a bit, and as I sit here with this newborn bunny lying on my chest, I feel honored. He trusts me. I’m attached to him. Dammit.

I’m going to bed soon. This means I’ll have to put Pooh in his box by himself. I’m having a hard time with that 🙁

He’s taught me a lot today. To keep going. To never give up. And the most important, to trust. There’s no reason for him to trust me, but he does. However, I have proven myself to be trustworthy. Trust needs to be proven, I think.

I’ve bonded with him, and I love him. When I tuck him into his box tonight, I pray he makes it to tomorrow. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he’s gone when I wake up. I’ll cry, most likely. All day.

In just a few hours, Pooh has taught me a lot. To hang in there, to not give up, and to trust those who prove themselves trustworthy to me, as well as trust the natural order of things.
As traumatic as it was to find him, I’m happy I did. It feels good to earn his trust and love. I understand what that means.

I’ll do my best to keep Pooh alive. But no matter what happens, I’ll always feel grateful to have known him.

We are off to bed now. If he makes it through the night, I’ll be getting him to the vet tomorrow.

Update to follow <3

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