For weeks, I battled an invisible pest destroying my vegetable patch. I installed lights, cameras, even traps—all to catch what I assumed was a raccoon or fox. The truth turned out to be far more extraordinary, and it all started when my dog Runa began acting strangely.
After losing her puppies last year, Runa had become withdrawn. So when she disappeared one morning, I followed her to the barn—and discovered her secret. There, hidden behind old crates, she lay curled around two orphaned baby rabbits, gently cleaning and nursing them. Nearby lay their mother, a wild rabbit who had clearly died bringing her babies to safety.
In that moment, the ruined garden made sense. Those weren’t random attacks—they were a mother rabbit gathering food. And Runa, who knew the ache of losing young, had taken in these orphans without hesitation.
For weeks, I helped Runa care for them, watching in awe as this once-feral dog became the most attentive foster mother. When the bunnies were strong enough, they disappeared into the woods—and Runa, to my surprise, seemed at peace. Now I don’t mind the occasional missing carrot. After witnessing such unexpected kindness, how could I?
