I gave one cage of boys (Wombat, MJ, Wally, and Rupert) a new toy I got the other day, a spinning ball you put hay and other yummy treats and they need to work at it to get the food - they love it! I'll be sharing it between all the bunnies and guinea pigs. Poor Molly's (bunny) breathing was sounding awful this evening, so she's in for the night with Little Boy.
I didn't want to think that she could be where the smell was coming from, I expected to find her alive if she was over there. But in the back corner of next door's garden, just inside the plants under the banana trees next to our fence, I spotted white and my heart just sank. But it was to get much worse.
I went up to her, tears in my eyes, and instantly realised something was very, very wrong. She didn't die of natural causes, illness, dehydration, or an animal attack - her head had been sliced off clean, no other injuries, no fur scattered around from an attack, no other wounds, it was very obviously something only a person could have done. A person sliced her head off, my precious little fluffy girl with the grey/brown nose and tail who I watched grow up from a bald little pink thing. I picked up her body and got dad to bury her, and mum and my sister got new padlocks for our cages. I feel ill, I can't even comprehend how anyone could do such a thing.