In order to make sure that I got everything done this weekend that I needed to, I made a very detailed “to do” list. Buy new mop head – check. Get Alaska’s prescription food and sub-Q fluids – check. Rescue another rabbit? Hey! That’s not on my list!
I was enjoying my free day to myself when my neighbor called me.
“Hey, do you want another rabbit?”
“No, I’m good on the rabbit front. Really, I can’t have any more animals. Why?”
“Oh, one of my tenants abandoned this rabbit. Just left him in a truck that I assumed he abandoned also since it doesn’t run anymore.”
“Yeah, he was a piece of work. Well, don’t worry about it, Maria and I will figure out what to do. I’ll hold onto the rabbit and hope the guy calls or comes for him.”
“OK. Well, call me if you need any supplies or advice. I’m happy to help that way, but I simply can’t have another pet.”
My curiosity got the best of me though, and walked over to the truck to check on the rabbit. At least I can make sure he’s OK until Maria came to pick him up. And there s/he was. A little black and white bunny sitting in an abandoned truck with no food and no water. But s/he seemed in good shape as s/he (ah hell, until I figure out the sex, I’m just going to call say “it”) hopped over and let me pet it. The windows had been open and the truck was parked in the shade, so it didn’t seem in distress. Still, I dashed home to get him a bowl of water, some rabbit food and a carrier.
On my way back, I ran into Maria. Maria is my cleaning lady, and we have a mutual fondness for each other, even though there is a language barrier. We walked together over to the truck and both shook our heads at the plight of the poor rabbit and the filth he had been left in. But, Maria, bless her heart, without hesitation, hopped into that filthy truck, grabbed the little bunny and we put it in the carrier.
She smiled as she handed me the carrier. “Conejo for you”.
“No, yo . . . uh . . . thought conejo for vous . . . uh, you.”
“You like conejo, si?”
“Si, conejo es muy bueno.”
“Gracias. Bye bye conejo.”
So, for now I have another bunny. It wasn’t my intention when I got up this morning. Yet, as a friend reminded me, none of my pets were ever planned (which isn’t entirely true, Alaska was intentional). But, yes, as a rule, yes, my animals are all rescues. These animals sometimes literally show up at my doorstep in need. I, like a damned fool, open the door almost every time.
And I have absolutely no regrets.