Hubby found a baby rabbit on the road last night and took it home.

He had gone to pick up an Indian and on the way he saw something laying in the middle of the road so he stopped the car and had a look and saw this tiny little rabbit. It was shaking and terrified and it couldn’t move. We think a car had hit it and its back legs were broken. So he took it home.

It was the most beautiful little thing, it was so tiny you could fit it in the palm of your hand. We put it in a little basket with a towel and it just lay there and you could see it was absolutely terrified and it was trying to move and it just couldn’t and it was covered in fleas but I didn’t even care.

We phoned the vet and she was on her way out but she said to take it down later. So I sat with it and pretty soon it stopped panicking, you could just tell. It just sat and looked at me with these gorgeous big dark eyes and I knew what the vet was going to do and I was crying my eyes out and it just sat and looked at me and I swear it knew too.
And it just looked at me as if to say can’t you help me and I couldn’t.

When it was time to take it to the vets I sat with the basket on my knee and I cried all the way down and when we took it in I think I had kind of convinced myself that it had perked up a bit and it was even moving around so when she had a look at it and said she had to put it to sleep I was just gutted and it broke my heart leaving it there. And I cried all the way home.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about the poor little rabbit with the gorgeous big eyes and somewhere out there it’s mother was looking for her baby and she wouldn’t know or understand what had happened and I still want to cry now when I think about it.

And oh my goodness, I’m so homesick. My sister went for a scan the other day and she is having a little boy. I want to be back on Lewis so much.
There is no better feeling than standing in my ma’s kitchen looking out the window at Broad Bay, there's Gaelic songs on the radio, my da’s outside having a fly fag round the side of the house and he thinks no one knows, my sister is in the bedroom ranting about something or other and my ma s flapping around because it’s a quarter to six and she hasn’t even started the tea yet.
I can’t even describe the feeling, it’s like everything is right, everything is just how it’s supposed to be and even though it’s as noisy as a building site it’s somehow peaceful and just perfect.
I’m listening to a song called In Search of Angels by a band called Run Rig and there is a certain line
“sun down on barren words that can’t describe
your island paradise”
Every time I hear it, it starts me off again but I can’t stop playing it.

Anyway, it was just a rabbit.