Yesterday morning I found blood in the hutch. I took her inside for a quick look over but nothing seemed to be obviously wrong, though the fact she let me turn her on her back was worrying. However I decided not to panic, put her back in her hutch and rang the vet from work, who told me to leave it 24 hours and then see.
Got home at 5. Peach was nowhere to be seen, so either in her plastic tunnel in her hutch or in the new one she'd dug. I couldn't do anything so waited. She eventually turned up in her hutch. I took her some food but was waiting for my friend to get home so I could have a good look at her. I didn't want to disturb her too much, nor have the cat around her, nor have her free in the house and thus harder to catch if necessary. I eventually decided to bring her in and keep her in a box overnight, but when I picked her up she was noticeably unresponsive. I tilted her head back to look at her chin, which I'd noticed earlier was bear, and her head just flopped back onto my chest. So I rang the vet and took her up.
I suspect he'd been thinking I was worrying too much until he saw her, and realised she was, in his words, "slowly dying". She was also very cold (a result, not a cause, of her illness) with a very slow heartbeat. She had antibiotics, steroids and strong pain relief, and was placed onto heat mat, with warmed liquids sub-cut. But to no avail. She died sometime during the night.
She was a legend, and I'll never forget her.
Peach, RIP
Got home at 5. Peach was nowhere to be seen, so either in her plastic tunnel in her hutch or in the new one she'd dug. I couldn't do anything so waited. She eventually turned up in her hutch. I took her some food but was waiting for my friend to get home so I could have a good look at her. I didn't want to disturb her too much, nor have the cat around her, nor have her free in the house and thus harder to catch if necessary. I eventually decided to bring her in and keep her in a box overnight, but when I picked her up she was noticeably unresponsive. I tilted her head back to look at her chin, which I'd noticed earlier was bear, and her head just flopped back onto my chest. So I rang the vet and took her up.
I suspect he'd been thinking I was worrying too much until he saw her, and realised she was, in his words, "slowly dying". She was also very cold (a result, not a cause, of her illness) with a very slow heartbeat. She had antibiotics, steroids and strong pain relief, and was placed onto heat mat, with warmed liquids sub-cut. But to no avail. She died sometime during the night.
She was a legend, and I'll never forget her.
Peach, RIP
