03/11/2023
I was talking to the caretaker at our shelter today while grooming Elio... It is a very sunny and hot day today, 36c or 97 degrees in fahrenheit. But thanks to our kind donors here, the buns have a good air conditioning system.
She was cleaning the litterboxes and I was grooming and clipping nails, we were chatting about where we would like to go on vacation if we ever went... "Sometimes I dream about sitting at the beach or sitting on top of a green mountain," I say. She smiles, knowing I could never go on a vacation because too many buns need help everyday. "I am like a tree at this point," I say, "and my roots are all connected to these bunnies."
She talks about the amount of love needed to make a sacrifice that big for a 25 year old, I put my hand under Elio's chin and look at his sweet face.
"What else is there but love?" I say as she sits down to hear about Elio's rescue story.
My team and I went to rescue Elio and 13 more just like him back in 2020, in the city of kishorganj, Bangladesh. We raided each pet shop, and rescued each bunny, we had the police with us too, thankfully. We didn’t have donors back then, we rode a very cheap bus and it was the hottest day of the month. We had left Dhaka at dawn and reached Elio's town at mid day. After the rescue mission was done, we were waiting for the bus home. I was hungry. Small town of Kishorganj, small little shacks in the village. We went to a small village hotel, it had earth as its floor and tin shades as its roof. Only thing on the menu was fish and meat... No vegetables. I ordered some rice and ate it with a pinch of salt and pepper, since I am vegan. Pointless to come such a long way to save an animal, and eat an animal on my way home!
Elio was in a little carrier with Oliver, munching on hay, occasionally trying to get a look at me and all the nonsense around him.
The bus dropped me down at the station at quarter to midnight, I was waiting for a cab alone with carriers full of bunnies. Nadia, Tasmia, and I were texting about the funds needed, worried sick about how to treat and care for 14 buns, while I already had a dozen more at home. Back then, I only had one room. I only slept in a corner and the buns were all around me. I was so worried about the buns that I didn't even notice how dangerous it was for a 22 year old girl in Bangladesh to sit alone at the bus station at midnight. I occasionally put my hand inside the carrier and stroked Elio's head to reassure him I was going to take care of him no matter what. On the way home in the cab, Elio looked out the window to see Dhaka city, his brown eyes - so full of hope.
Elio was adopted soon, but returned to me a year after. It was sad, but in the hindsight, I believe it was for the best. He had lost a lot of weight which made me very sad. But he recovered soon. He has been at my home ever since, he is one of the big bonded group of ten.
After telling the story, I place a kiss on his nose, such a shiny bunny! "Every bunny at our home and across our foster network has a story to tell, each more fascinating than the other." I say. "Three hundred stories in three years, I would sacrifice everything for just one."
Our caretaker goes back to the cleaning, she says from the other room, "Now I understand, it is a lot of love."
A safe, content Elio stares at me, sitting on my lap, slowly twitching his nose. I whisper to him, "What else is there but love?"