Why?

When I was a little older than L is now I had several rabbits, so many that there were only a few that I truly bonded with and that were really my pets. I remember coming home from school one day and witnessing a mother rabbit giving birth. I watched her kick one of the rabbits away from her, rejecting it. She gashed the newborn in the side in the process. I waited for her to take him back but she never did so I claimed him as my own and he was absolutely beautiful. He was solid white with black eyeliner around his eyes. I took him to school with me and a boy named Daryn helped me care for him. I named my bunny after him. The fury Daryn grew up to be a young rabbit and no one was more loved then him. Then one day I was watching him nibble grass in the back yard when a calico cat hopped over our fence and grabbed Daryn. The man that lived in back if us found him in his garage and he was so torn up that you could not really even tell that he was a rabbit. I remember crying and asking myself why? I guess Daryn was not meant to grow up and I was just interfering with natures way. I have always wondered what God was meaning to teach me with that lesson but I have yet to this day to figure it out. Right now I am feeling somewhat the same over a situation in my life. I guess sometimes it is just better to let nature run its course.