sad...

This morning i set out for my torture session of walk/running. The sky was blue and the ground was dry and the sun was shining. I was huffing and puffing away already only two minutes into the ordeal when my attention was caught by a rustling in the bushes. I paused in my exertions,only too glad to have an excuse to rest, and saw to my sadness, a little rabbit. He was lying on his side under a bush twitching and frantically jerking about as if his legs didn't work anymore. He seemed to be frantic and was breathing very quickly. I froze, not sure what to do... if i had been a few minutes later or earlier, i most likely wouldn't have seen him there but now, now, i had an onus to do something, didn't i? I wasn't sure what to do, so i stupidly stood there and watched... should i have done something? I remember coming across a little baby bird, too young to be out of the nest really yet, but he was alone on the forest floor and Carina and i stood there helplessly, caught in a dilemma, do we kill him or just let him go? What would be the cruel or the right thing to do? In the end, we let him run away convincing ourselves that he would survive and be all right, while in reality he most likely became lunch for a hungry fox. I suppose in the end, if we hadn't been there at that time, he would have gone on his way, or this rabbit would have died without anyone to see him.
So i stood by the path, and watched the rabbit for a long while; he eventually slowed down and stopped breathing, the poor little guy. I wondered what his family would think, and why such a little thing, whom i had never seen before, could affect me so... but I suppose seeing any of God's wonderful creatures suffering is always sad. Thankfully, there is the verse about God tending even to the sparrows and He knows about this little rabbit too...