A small little bunny showed up.
A cat brought it in.
Not my cat, nor at my house.
It was just a little guy.
He was weened, and did eat some clover and grass I had picked for him.
The girls of course kept watch.
Sydney wanted to mother it.
She is keeping the baby warm.
She is being the 'mom' she use to be.
Warning her daughter, Sassy, to STAY AWAY!
"Ok, I am going to hide it from you!"
The only time she relaxed was holding the baby.
Screech: "Let me at him!"
The bunny did not make it.
I think it had some internal injury.
I felt so bad.
By next morning he was cold and stiff.
So I wrapped him in the cowboy fleece, and tied it with a ribbon.
Rick dug a hole, and we had a small burial for him.
I let the three girls each sniff the baby before we buried him,
so that they knew he was gone, and would not continue to look for him.
I read on the internet about wild bunnies, that they normally do not survive.
Their internal make up is made up differently from a domesticated rabbit.
Sometimes you get lucky and they will live.
Not knowing where the cat got the bunny,
it was hard to let it go back out to the neighborhood.
It would of gotten caught again by another cat, or a dog.
So our friend brought it out to us.