Mater's Corner: Series of Unfortunate Events

It's always something with the car, the house, or in todays case...those rabbits. I was so happy because we finally narrowed down our brood a bit. I love those rabbits to bits, but we had more than I could handle. The other day a friend of mine traded with us and took three of our rabbits. We still had five boys and three girls. As I posted a few days ago, Mama Nip had somehow punctured her nose. She was recuperating in a new pen we had set up to prevent infections spreading to the other rabbits. Last night something happened. Our pup was taking much too long going potty before bed. I went out and called him several times and he just wouldn't come in. I got my husband and his papa voice made the puppy come. I was worried about the rabbits. We both went and checked on them and could see Nip in her hidey hole and breathing heavily. We also noticed that she had dug under the log I had put in front of the enclosure to keep her from getting out. This morning Nip was dead. We surmised that she must have gotten out and encountered the pup and made it back into her hole to die. I feel so bad. I feel like I am messing with life and death and screwing  it all up. I feel like I don't know what I am doing and should just give up completely. And yet,  I'm comforted by the stories of James Herriot and the struggles he faced as a country vet. He wrote so many stories of loss and of life. It seems to be the farming way. I've never been  a farmer. I've spent my life with my nose stuck in a book. This is novel what I'm doing, but not quite like any novel I ever read. As my eldest would say, RIP Nip. Sighs....onward, onward. Hoping this new year is better.