Do you ever want a "do over" in life? Well, last night I had my chance when my daughter opened the front door to let our cat back inside and squealed at the sight of the cat's nightly catch, still alive on our rug. (The rabbit last week was already dead.) That's one of the things I hate about being an adult: being thrust into unavoidable situations that you want to defer to someone else or just ignore all together. But I can't silence the deafening cry of humanity, urging me to intervene between acts of nature, to save the helpless rabbit being toyed with for the cat's enjoyment.
The rescued bunny didn't come out of the attack unscathed. It had one puncture wound on its underside and a small area of exposed bone on the hind leg. See how those unavoidable situations are never easy? I couldn't bear to put the bunny back out into the wild or let my cat finish her off. So we found an empty cooler, built a soft nest, and let her recover in the quiet garage since rabbits are prone to heart attacks brought on by stress. That might be nature's way of making the sacrifice less painful for those on the low end of the food chain. By morning, the bunny had passed away.
Sometimes I don't want any do overs in life. The days where I don't want any second chances and don't want to be forced into those situations that challenge my Pollyanna view of the world. I prefer that naive frame of mind that lets me believe only the good exists. I hate suffering in any form. But to live is to feel and to breathe is to suffer at times. Accepting that truth doesn't make it any easier to cope.