The world is cruel to the small

I was doing some weeding in the back garden tonight while the dogs ran and played in the yard. I heard some squeaking and thought they were playing with some chew toys before I realized that they’ve chewed all the squeakers out of their chew toys. You can imagine the rest.

 

I’m posting this photo to remind myself to watch out for the small and defenseless things in this world, and to protect them when it’s possible to do so. I’m posting it so I don’t let cynicism get the best of me. I’m posting it because I had a long day and I want to remember there are worse things than being frustrated with my own small circumstances. I’m posting it to remind myself that my dogs have instincts that we as humans like to pretend they don’t have, and to help me keep in mind that it’s foolish to pretend they don’t have them.

 

As I write this, my man is out helping lead the search for a three-year-old handicapped boy who has been missing since yesterday afternoon (story here, although I don’t know how long the link will work). Hope is fading. The child’s story is endlessly sad.

 

One of the rabbits is still alive. I took what was left of the nest and put it in a bowl, and put the rabbit in the bowl, and put the bowl under a warm light. Both the rabbit’s back legs are broken.

 

I hope the pain ends soon, for all it’s occupying.

 

Update Thurs. a.m.: rabbit died.

 

Done