Creating White Rabbit
I am a generous and moral (not to confuse with moralizing) person. I always work on self-improvement. I am very ambitious and have very high standards. People might think that communicating with me is difficult, it isn’t easy to be me. I work very hard but I am not in the least selfish. I work because I want to improve the world. I have a great capacity to love people until they hurt me. But even after they do. . . I keep loving. Very few people can appreciate everything I do. That being said, I killed my white rabbit. That may be too harsh for what happened, but it’s the end of the day and I dug a hole. I know I will think of this rabbit, daily for a while, so why not name my blog after him.
It started Wednesday with this very loud and awful screech as I looked up from cleaning up around the cages, I must have spooked white rabbit because he got his paw caught up somehow in between part of the feeder and the cage. The screeching stopped and all of a sudden, and he bolted, scrambling around inside the cage like a hamster wheel turns in a cage. Then, everything stopped. I think he injured himself as his hind quarter wasn’t moving. I feel absolutely horrible. He then moved slowly, but directly over to his food with his front paws and started eating, just like it was a regular day. I figured I should leave him and see if there are any improvements later in the day. There wasn’t. It was to be a long night. more tomorrow…..