Back to Poppy for a Minute

Of course I could not kill the rabbit. Instead I managed to bundle her into a box and the bedraggled, sobbing lot of us raced up to the vet’s. 

He explained how small a rabbit’s leg bone was and how difficult it would be put it in a cast to mend. Usually such small creatures with devastating injuries were put to sleep. My sister whose pet it was presented a picture of heartbreak and despair on hearing this news. Perhaps it was because of her that the vet said he would try to save her. 

Poppy looked pretty weird thumping about in a cast. We had returned her to hutch life to keep her safe and she survived into old age, even though her leg never did mend quite perfectly.