Last night, while I was on the train trip from Hell, my cat found a young rabbit. My wife was home and managed to prevent the half-feral asshole from killing it in the house and put it in a quiet spot in the yard; hoping for the best.

This morning it was still breathbg.

She had to leave early but asked me to handle it. I tried giving it some water with a straw, and I didn’t see any obvious injury, but he laid there breathing hard.

So I put on my welding gloves and got a plastic grocery bag. I gently picked it up and cradled it in the bag until it stopped moving.

I am a monster. Hate me.

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[–] 6 points 1 month ago

I believe our purpose is to do the best we can in the environment around ourselves. The place we can make significant change. So that usually means your house, land and community.

Sometimes being a shepherd of your local area requires you to make hard choices like that. The bad thing to do would be leave the rabbit to suffer. You did the right thing.

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