The Circle Of Life Doesn't Often Come With A Song

Yesterday I had to do something that I never imagined I'd have to do. A friend called me up, saying she had 5 baby bunnies that had been abandoned by there mother, and she wanted me to think of a good quiet, nice place to leave them to die in. She had already called pet stores and nature centers and all possible outlets to help these baby animals. Everyone said that baby bunnies difficult to take care of and keep alive, even if you do everything right. They had also said that mother rabbits don't often abandon their young unless they are sickly and going to die anyway, or the mother herself has been killed. Mind you, these bunnies were very much babies, their eyes were barely open and doubtfully more than a week old or so. I any case, all the information she had gotten painted a pretty bleak picture for the little guys and seeing as, for reasons far to complicated to explain, she could not put them back where they were found, she asked me to find them a place to die. We took them to a park near my house, wandered into some trails and found a nice little spot for them. I gathered leaves and grass and made a bed for them, then we set them in it, covered them and walked away. It was a strange experience and even stranger feeling, just leaving something to die. It makes me wonder how people can do that to each other, how someone could harm another person, then walk away and leave them to die. Sure it is not a regular occurrence, but it happens, and having experienced the feeling of knowing you've just sentenced some living things to death on a bunny scale, I shutter to think how it would feel on a human scale. I plan to go check on the bunnies today, but I doubt I will find any of them still alive. I suppose I have learned that I, at least on a small mammal level, am able to do what is needed, even if it stinks to do so. That is something I suppose, but I hope my resolve on such matters is never tested on larger mammals.