I
grew up in the city. We didn’t see many
animals outside of the neighbors pet dogs and cats, squirrels in the park and
an occasional visit to the Bronx Zoo. So
I didn’t develop much of a feeling for animals.
My wife, however, was from a rural area and loves all things
living. This is just so you have some
understanding of what I am about to present here.
We
were watching television on the flat screen shortly after New Year’’s day when
we heard a thumping. Joyce thought it
was ice falling against the house. I had
more sinister thoughts. We located the
source on the disturbance at the egress window of the basement room. The house has no door to the outside from the
lowest level. The window would be our exit in case of a fire. A large rabbit had fallen in the well which
is covered by a removable plastic dome.
The well is four feet deep from the outside. The beast was frantically trying to
escape. There was no way it could get
out; nor could we reach it. Joyce ran
out and tried to remove the dome cover but it was frozen shut. It was the coldest night in about twenty years
and about seven inches of snow lay on thje ground. “Leave it, we’ll try in the morning when it
is light,” I advised, comfortably
snuggled under a down blanket. “It will
freeze to death out there,” she exploded,” in an irritated voice. “Give me your comforter!” I know better than to protest when Joyce uses
that tone of voice. She ran out again
and tossed my favorite TV watching blanket down the hole. “That should help it survive the night,” she
explained. Joyce was up all night
checking on the furry creature whom she now assumed responsibility for
saving. I slept all right, considering
that she kept hopping out of bed.
“She’s
still alive,” Joyce reported in the morning.”
“How do you know it’s a she?”
“She gets things done and never complains. Her name is Rosetta.”
Joyce
was up at 5:00 AM. At 7:00 she had
jumped down the hole, wrapped Rosetta in the comforter and brought her
inside. She placed the rabbit, a large,
hairy rodent, in a plastic tub and given her a cup of water and some carrots,
which Rosetta, breathing but immobile, would not touch. She looked half dead. At 10:00 Joyce had called the local vet, who begged off since
she had just had surgery. Most vets will
not treat wild animals. She did provide the number of a wild animal shelter. The shelter doc praised Joyce for her
compassion and offered to take the animal.
However, she was now treating a very sick dog who was lethargic and
paralyzed. Joyce, who knows about such
things, suggested that the dog had licked antifreeze. The vet checked the dog’s breath and found
that, indeed, she reeked of antifreeze.
The shelter was about an hour and a half away and the roads were
treacherous. Our driveway was a skating
rink. so the rabbit was ours for a while longer. Joyce placed a heating pad over the comforter
and succeeded in warming Rosetta. “How
did you diagnose the dog?” I inquired.
“It’s that time of year.”
Wild
animals cannot be domesticated. Rosetta
seemed confused and in shock, lying motionless in her box. She would neither eat nor drink on her own.
Joyce managed to get some water into her using a syringe. Then Joyce had an epiphany. “She wants to be left alone.” She rerleased
Rosetta from the box and placed her in the laundry room. Rosetta, now undisturbed by unfamiliar
humans, perked up and began hopping
arounnd. Joyce hung some maple syrup on
the tub and Rosetta took a lick. We called the shelter once more. “Let her go,” Joyce was advised.
“She’ll die in captivity.” When
the sun came out Joyce walked up the snow covered hill and released her at the
edge of the woods. Like Pi in the film,
Rosetta never looked back. Hopefully,l
she was able to find her den. “Don’t
follow her” the vet had said “or she will not go to her den.”
Joyce
is proud to have saved Rosetta but also sad. Me? I guess I’ll miss her too. Anyway, I’ve got
my blanket back.
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Addenda
I
doubt that we’ll ever see Rosetta again.
If rabbits have some way of communicating with each other, Rosetta had
some story to tell”
“I
fell into trap and was captured by humans.
They manhandled me, placed me in a box, and force-fed me. Fortunately, I managed to escape. I’ll never go near that place again.”