Quite the tale today.
Cycling home from work on the bike path which is an old railway line. A cyclist passed me and a few moments later I saw a tiny baby rabbit writhing on the path, clearly newly hit. I hopped off and realised he had a broken leg and looked pretty awful. What could I do? I couldn't leave him. So I picked him up and nestled him into me and then walked the mile or so into town to the nearest vet's, wheeling my bike in my left hand, snuggling a dying rabbit in my right and praying the vets were open.
They were open, and they were lovely. They offered to take him from me so I could go home but I feel very strongly that no-one should die alone, so I sat and held him for half an hour. He fell asleep in my hands. Eventually, the vet saw us, she was so kind, and she did the only thing we could do for him. I had a little cry and cycled home!!
It was a real honour to look after that tiny little thing and to try to make his final moments as warm and safe as I could.