Jen took in some jersey woollies last fall that needed a good home. They were 4H left overs that were malnourished and under groomed when we got them. Lots of TLC, good food and sturdy shelter to with stand -35F got them through the winter and fattened up a bit. One in particular, Mystic, was my favorite, she'd sit in yer lap and eat hay stalks for hours. Friday morning we found her laying in her cage on her side cold and barely breathing. We brought her in under a warming lamp and attempted to hydrate and feed her. She barely ate anything and today she lost control of her legs. I took her to a hummock out back in the swamp, eased her suffering and buried her underneath a nice pine. This ain't my first rodeo, but I spent 2 hours in a swamp crying over a rabbit nobody wanted. I think this is my straw and camel, I've lost a lot of friends in the last couple years. Just seems like it never let's up.