... Especially when it happens in my backyard.
I went to let the dogs in tonight, and Chelsea had a baby rabbit on the back porch... After finally getting her to leave it alone and go in the house, I hollered for Chris to come get it thinking it was dead. But worse yet, it wasn't. It's back end was dragging. I start crying. Wonderful husband "took care" of it (I definitely couldn't have done it). I have to tell myself it was best/only thing for the poor thing. Still sad :( Stupid dogs.
Reminds me of a very vivid memory I have of when I was little. A baby bird had fallen out of the nest. I wanted so bad to take it to the vet. I just knew that they could help it. But my Mom assured me there was nothing they could do for it. I remember sitting on her lap crying. And hearing her heartbeat. It was so comforting. She told me that not even a bird dies without God knowing about it.
I've always been sensitive when it comes to animals, especially baby animals. And I'm pretty sure being a mom now makes it about ten times worse.
I'll leave you with a funny story of the same subject. When I was younger, we went through our fair share of hamsters. When one in particular died, I remember burying it in an old check box in the backyard. I put food in the box, just in case it wasn't really dead. Hahaha. That's the extent of what I remember. But apparently I dug it up a couple times... Well, every time the story gets told, my brother adds more times that I dug it up. It was not seven times, or eight. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I dug it up to put food in the box, then maybe one more time to make sure it hadn't "woken up" and started eating the food. Ahh, kids.