Before I go into the heartbreaking news, I do have something good to report. A couple days ago The Optimists Club finally called and told me they had my painting framed and a $300 check to give me. But it's kind of hard to care about that right now...

On the 4th, my friends and I found that the rabbit nest in my back yard had been torn up by some animal and all of the babies were dead except for one. He was covered in maggot eggs and was crawling around when we had found him. Thanks to Megeso, we were able to clean him off and buy some formula to feed him. I decided to name him 'Wya', which means wolf in Cherokee. Since he was such a fighter and he kind of looked like a wolf we thought it was a beautiful name. I kept Wya and nursed him everyday. He was probably about a week old. His eyes weren't even open yet. He was the sweetest thing. Whenever he was in my hand or laying on me, he would always lick and suck on my skin (thinking I was his mother). He would always give me sweet little bunny kisses .

On the morning of the third day, I woke up and checked on the baby as usual and I found that he was cold. He was alive but cold. I was terrified. I did my best to warm him up and I tried to feed him and got him to take a little. So I felt a little better but I wasn't at ease about it. Later that night he was even colder and he could hardly move. I tried to feed him again but he wouldn't take it. I kept trying but he wouldn't eat. I just held him and tried to keep him warm. I had to watch him die, watch him fade slowly. It was so gut wrenching, I didn't want to but I didn't want him to be alone. I know it sounds stupid but it's true. I was up till 5 that morning. He died around that time...But now he's in the arms of the angels