On our way home from work this morning, we decided (Benjamin decided…he was driving) that we we’re going to go home the more scenic route. I love the scenic route, because we get to see all the baby cows in the fields, they are so stinkin’ cute! As we’re driving, before I get distracted by “my cows” we see something in the road. Well it had been raining all night, flooding happening all around, so it could be a piece of trash for all we know. As we get closer I notice the ears, oh my gosh it’s a rabbit in the road, right in the line of our trailer tires. I told Benjamin, “Don’t hit it! That’s a rabbit that has already been hit!” There was no good way to miss him, but somehow by the grace of God we did miss him, and without hitting the curb.
Benjamin ask’s me, “Are you sure that wasn’t just trash, it didn’t move at all Danielle?” I was 90% sure it was a rabbit, so we turned around. As we our on our way back from our u-turn, a bus is coming in the same lane we just came from. It was a terrifying moment, but yet somehow this little bunny, doesn’t move once again, but the bus doesn’t hit him. Finally we pull up just in back of the rabbit, and yes 100% that’s a rabbit! We get out of our truck, and look at the poor little guy. He had been hit by a car earlier, and his back side seems paralyzed, no wonder he couldn’t move.
Benjamin takes one of his golf towels and wraps it around him; I quickly get into the passenger seat, and I hold this scared, little hurt rabbit. As we’re driving home we’re discussing what to do with him. We know he needs medical attention, but we don’t have the resources to fully take care of him.
We bring the rabbit into the house (Placing the dogs outside, because this rabbit does not need to be scared anymore than he already is.), and set him on our island. We have no clue how long this rabbit was stuck on the road, so I get him a celery stick, just to see if he’s hungry, plus he can get water from the celery. He ate a little bit of the celery, not much at all, but I’m glad he ate something. While he’s eating we are looking on the internet, making phone calls, trying to find a place that will help this rabbit.
Heaven forbid if any place takes a rabbit! Why? Because they are considered an exotic animal. Go figure! The next best thing we can do is wait until 10:00 when Wildlife Center of Texas opens. Benjamin and I made the drive to Houston, and found this little place. We brought the rabbit in, and they immediately took him from us, and that was the last I saw him. I filled out some paperwork, and asked what was going to happen. I just had to know, but I didn’t want to hear anything negative. The sweet lady said, “We are going to do x-rays, and see if his spine is messed up, we will decide from there.” (She was very informative, but that’s all I really remember her saying.)
We signed the paperwork, gave a donation (how they keep this place up and running, and helping the animals), we left, and I cried. I don’t know what it is, but when I get close to an animal (it can take about 1 minute) I get attached. I’m so glad there was a place to take this little guy, and they are going to do their best to make him all better if they can. (In my mind they can, because I can’t imagine thinking the other.)
If anyone in the Houston area finds a hurt wild animal, please take it to Wildlife Center of Texas. They will take great care of the animal!
Address: 7007 Katy Rd, Houston, TX 77024