You had a wounded paw, mites, and malnutrition, but you clung to life with all the strength you had left. I cared for you like a baby, gave you medication, healed your paw, cleaned your sick ears... And you understood from the very beginning that everything I did was to heal you, which is why you let me hold you in my arms.  You were very sick, and it got even worse with a severe bout of diarrhea. The vet said everything would depend on your will to live, and boy, did you have it! You were a brave rabbit. Gradually, you gained strength and vitality. You always came to me like a little dog when I called you by your name, jumping, full of joy. The first thing I did every day was to open your wooden house so you could spend the day freely in the garden. I gave you pellets, fresh grass, and your bits of carrot or apple. What races and excavations you did together, not a rosebush was left standing! But it was all worth it to see you happy. |