A Good Human

En route home from work, I turned from Glendale onto Rock near Baldini’s, when I saw a small rabbit dragging itself across the roadway and into the gutter. I knew at that moment I had to stop and do something.

Grabbing a pair of work gloves from the cab of my truck, I quickly but gently picked the injured Cottontail up and placed it in the bed. I could tell it had been hit by some a$$-hat in an automobile, who left the animal to suffer with a broken back.

Taking it home, I placed the tiny body in a cardboard box, lined with a couple of towels, hoping to keep it as comfortable as possible through the morning hours. After a few hours of sleep, I got up and took the rabbit to the Baring Animal Hospital.

There the receptionist took the box and bunny from me, offered me chocolate chip cookies and cup of coffee, as she disappeared into the back of the building. She returned my towels and thanked me for, “being a good human.”

Ironic isn’t it — I took a maimed animal to a veterinarian clinic to be euthanized — and that makes me a good human. Somehow — though I know my actions are right — I still can find it in me to feel all that good.

I’d feel better if I could confront the person who left the rabbit to suffer like they did — then I’d accept the whole “good human” bit.