September 5th, I found a baby bunny. He was all alone, without a mother. The mother had her babies too late, because it was getting very cold, and even with her warmth, they could have frozen to death! So, I took him in and cared for him. I named him Hunter. I'll try and post a picture of him, but I can't promise anything. He was such a bouncy little guy, though I expected that. We fed him milk out of a seringe. He was doing great. Then, one Sunday, I went to check on him, but he wouldn't do anything. I figured he was tired, so I told him I loved him, then I went to Church. When I came back, I tried to feed him, but he would just flop on his side. Then, I knew. He was dying. I stayed up with him all night, watching him suffer. I wished, and prayed that he would get better. But aound 10 o'clock, he died. We had him for about 2 weeks. Everytime I think of him, I want to cry. I buried him under the lilac tree in our back yard. He was the sweetest bunny, and I wanted you all to know that.
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