Today, we were out visiting our friends in the country when their dog found a hole with baby bunnies in it. He carried one away with it crying and O managed to not notice. There was a nearly dead bunny still laying in the hole and O stool over it saying, "how cute, a baby bunny, look at the cute bunny!" over and over again even though there was blood coming from it. Then Buddy (the dog) came and snatched the mamed little bunny and carried it away and killed it. O cried and cried. I felt so sorry for her and kept thinking how very sad it is that at the ripe old age of 3, she saw a cute little baby bunny get axed. I had no idea what to tell her. I thought it was very sad too….
So, the only thing I could think of was to take her and her little buddy, Gianna to go and look for more baby bunnies. That seemed to pacify them. Of course, we never found any and I just told them that we were all probably sleeping in their little bunny houses underground……I still feel kind of weird about it like I should have given her some insight or something to make her feel like everything is still right with the world…….
