Alex's "Kitty"

Sunday evening, we were walking back to the house from the parade ground at the end of the street. As we were walking, Alex walked over to one of the neighbor's fences, and he quickly started yelling, "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty." He just wouldn't stop. Alex loves cats, and we figured he saw a cat through the fence in someone's yard. Edward walked over to where Alex was yelling, and instead of a kitty, we discovered Alex had found a baby bunny. Talk about a needle in a haystack...Alex definitely found this baby bunny. He seemed injured, as his left front leg wasn't moving well/he wasn't hopping, and to be honest, what bunny lets an almost two-year-old near it? So, we didn't want the bunny to become coyote dinner, as it most certainly would have, so we brought him home. Our plan was to take him to the wildlife office on Monday morning.

Here he is. We couldn't tell if he was a Jackrabbit or a Desert Cottontail. He had long feet and ears, but most baby bunnies do.

Oh man, the kids loved taking care of him.

Alex was delighted and kept calling it a kitty. We even got out one of his books to show him a bunny, and he called it a kitty.

So, Monday morning, we called the wildlife office, and they said we could bring him in, but if he was too young, he wouldn't survive anyways without his mother's milk. Just as we were getting ready to take him in, he died. The kids were very upset, and we were able to explain that while he died, he was happy that some kids loved him so much while he was sick. The kids wanted to bury him, so we did, and Madison even found a rock for a headstone, which Edward wrote, Bunny."