Nearby, I spotted a still, reddish shape. Gently moving a crate aside, I found their mother—a rabbit who had passed away quietly. No visible injuries, just stillness. It was a sobering moment. She had likely been the one taking from the garden, trying to provide for her little ones.
When she no longer could, Runa stepped in.
In that moment, all my frustration melted away. I had been preparing to stop a predator, but what I discovered was a powerful act of compassion. Runa, once filled with grief, had found a new purpose.
Over the following days, I made a cozy nest in the barn. Blankets, a shallow box, food, and water. I read up on caring for wild rabbits. Runa never left their side. She groomed them, kept them warm, and watched over their every movement. As the days passed, the rabbits grew stronger. Their eyes opened. They began to explore. Runa, always nearby, made sure they were safe.
When the time came, the rabbits moved on, returning to the wild they belonged to. Runa sat outside that day, quietly watching the tree line. She didn’t chase or cry. She simply watched, content.
The garden has grown back since then. I still find a missing carrot now and then, but I don’t mind. Runa sleeps indoors now, usually at the foot of my bed. She’s still stubborn, still independent, but there’s a peace in her eyes that wasn’t there before.
Sometimes, what we see as a problem turns out to be a hidden blessing. Runa reminded me that compassion doesn’t need a reason—and family isn’t always who we expect.
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