Mrs. Bunnykins
Wise Old Thumper
It was not a good day for dear Frankie. 
I came downstairs in the morning and went to greet the furry family. Everyone seemed fine....except for Frankie. He was not his usual happy, lively little self. Refused his breakfast and only wanted to have some water. Very loathed to move around.
I felt his tummy and couldn't feel any abnormality, so decided to keep a very, very close eye on him and re-assess him every half hour.
By mid-day I decided to start syringing him with some water and mashed pellets. Several tummy massages were also done. He didn't seem to have got any brighter. I was getting worried at this point.
Mid-afternoon and he was happily taking his syringed food. I thought things were improving............
Early evening he didn't seem to be making any more progress. No poos or wees. Getting very worried at this point.
I then decided to ring the vet and have them come out to see Frankie. I couldn't drive as I had had two glasses of wine during the day.
Between me ringing the vets and her calling on us, poor Frankie seemed to have some sort of fit and was squealing with pain. You can imagine the sheer panic for us all. My OH and I managed to calm Frankie down and get him more comfortable.
The vet arrived and said it was best for Frankie to be admitted to the surgery. So off he and Estelle went.
An hour later the vet rang and said that he was on painkillers and medication, and he seemed much calmer. She couldn't feel any mass in his tummy, he just seemed rather tender.
As you can imagine, I've had quite a sleepless night.
9.30am this morning the vet has rung. Frankie is bright and quite active. They are going to continue syringe feeding him, keep him on meds and will phone me around 5pm to see what is the best course of action. Obviously this all depends on how well he progresses through the day.
We have no idea as to what the problem is, just hoping it is soon cleared and he is back home with his family.
Fingers crossed for the little chap. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I came downstairs in the morning and went to greet the furry family. Everyone seemed fine....except for Frankie. He was not his usual happy, lively little self. Refused his breakfast and only wanted to have some water. Very loathed to move around.
I felt his tummy and couldn't feel any abnormality, so decided to keep a very, very close eye on him and re-assess him every half hour.
By mid-day I decided to start syringing him with some water and mashed pellets. Several tummy massages were also done. He didn't seem to have got any brighter. I was getting worried at this point.
Mid-afternoon and he was happily taking his syringed food. I thought things were improving............
Early evening he didn't seem to be making any more progress. No poos or wees. Getting very worried at this point.
I then decided to ring the vet and have them come out to see Frankie. I couldn't drive as I had had two glasses of wine during the day.
Between me ringing the vets and her calling on us, poor Frankie seemed to have some sort of fit and was squealing with pain. You can imagine the sheer panic for us all. My OH and I managed to calm Frankie down and get him more comfortable.
The vet arrived and said it was best for Frankie to be admitted to the surgery. So off he and Estelle went.
An hour later the vet rang and said that he was on painkillers and medication, and he seemed much calmer. She couldn't feel any mass in his tummy, he just seemed rather tender.
As you can imagine, I've had quite a sleepless night.
9.30am this morning the vet has rung. Frankie is bright and quite active. They are going to continue syringe feeding him, keep him on meds and will phone me around 5pm to see what is the best course of action. Obviously this all depends on how well he progresses through the day.
We have no idea as to what the problem is, just hoping it is soon cleared and he is back home with his family.
Fingers crossed for the little chap. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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