Last night, while I was on the train trip from Hell, my cat found a young rabbit. My wife was home and managed to prevent the half-feral asshole from killing it in the house and put it in a quiet spot in the yard; hoping for the best.
This morning it was still breathbg.
She had to leave early but asked me to handle it. I tried giving it some water with a straw, and I didn’t see any obvious injury, but he laid there breathing hard.
So I put on my welding gloves and got a plastic grocery bag. I gently picked it up and cradled it in the bag until it stopped moving.
I am a monster. Hate me.
Been exactly there. Our cat pulled a juvenile bunny into the house and I was able to get it away from her, but the damage was done. Don’t dwell on it. You did what had to be done and it was the right thing.
I wish she’d stick to the pocket gophers and mice.