Following the horrible killing by fox/s of our white rabbit, her head was ripped off and her eyes lay staring terrified but not much else was left, I closed her eyes and my son Michael and me buried what was left, the day spiralled into a black dog day.  Later that same day at a friends house I accidentally wrapped my left foot lower leg into a extension lead which was slightly off the floor and plugged into a socket which triggered a fall into steel legs of table and chairs. One second I am upright the next smashed and broken battered and bruised left wrist, left hand fingers and  knuckles, and right hand fingers right side of neck and shoulders/head. I must have been knocked out for a second or two as I do not remember hitting the floor.

Only a few days before this happening a friend and I were talking of how life can change in the time it takes to flick two fingers together, How strange it seems that three days later my life changed involving my fingers.

Having arrived at the very busy casualty department of our local hospital I was seen by triage nurse who gave pain killers and asked me to wait,  four hours later and interesting conversations with the sick and injured, ( I made a casualty buddy friend ) I was ushered into a consulting room and was assessed by the casualty Doctor, who was absolutely wonderful to me, professional, kind and explained  plan A if I had to go to theatre for operation, plan B if no theatre. Following xrays, a short stay in observation ward and an hour or so later my poor paw, wrist and fingers had been plastered into a cast, my fingers into a buddy, all this done with the expertise of plaster technician. I cannot speak highly enough of the excellent care that was given to me when I needed it most.

In hindsight was it the shock of finding our rabbit ripped to pieces which filled my thoughts and took my concentration away from the mindfullness of the moment.

The very next morning Michael went to have a look at her burial site and fox/s had been back and taken her remains.

Every day since the black dog day I have seen images of a fox, in magazine, puppets, tv, soft toys via email so I am looking at my next short story which is waiting to be written, of course it will be involving fox.

Sorry I have been absent for a while dear reader, thank you very much for following my posts.

it has been a strange and turbulent time.  Last Monday my day seemed to exhibit and mirror the howling gale force winds and torrential rain, lashing and battering every nook and cranny wherever it could sneak in.

The day began as usual with happiness and gratitude, yoga stretching following a deep sleep, then dance downstairs to fill the kettle for morning tea, while kettle heating up i take a rich tea biscuit, a favourite feed for our white rabbit, named Moustachio, who has the freedom she desires outside in the rear patio. i was met with a scene of carnage as our lovely rabbit had been killed by fox/s. i could not believe what I was seeing and had to stand and gaze in horror, not even feeling the pouring rain.

My son Michael came downstairs and was about to go outside to give Moustachio a biscuit when I asked him not to and had to warn him what had happened. We went outside together and Michael dug a hole in the garden and we buried her. So terribly sad.

Moustachio was a rescue rabbit and she came to live with us a long time ago.  She arrived an aggressive frightened biting  scratching little creature, who loathed her hutch and only used it as a toilet. She had her freedom to roam and just be who she wanted to be. Michael built her a little cave in which she hid, and she also loved to be under the branches of one our fallen trees. She grew in personality and stature both very large! She was happy and became softer and more gentle, always running to us  for her little treats, chasing away any birds that dared to come near her territory.

The fox/s came back and now there is not a trace left of our lovely rabbit.

The fox/s are becoming more urban, more of their territory is destroyed daily and they have less and less areas to live and thrive and look after their young, many are starving due to human destruction.  We were shocked and are still upset at the loss of our non human loved one but she had a wonderful life with us, yes in hindsight had we had known foxes were around we would have fastened her in the hated hutch at night but she would have loathed it and we could not imprison any animal to a life of misery trapped in a cage.

Our life has been enriched by having Moustachio in our life.  I hope you are in the arms of Angels now little being.

To be continued………….