sparklefairy
Wise Old Thumper
How did you meet them? was it love at first sight? fate or did you get them on a whim only to become an expert?
My first bun was called Bilbo. I found him by accident. It was 1997
I was babysitting and one of the children kicked a ball over the fence into the neighbors garden. The neighbors had moved away. When I got into the garden I could smell something awful, I could then see a rotten falling apart hutch, something moved inside. I was a bit scared of what I would find. As I got closer I could see this thin, almost hairless pityfil creature inside His eyes were running, his claws were curling into his feet, his skin was red and sore and there were maggots inside the hutch Inside the " bedroom," part of the hutch there was a dead bunny
I scooped Bilbo up, wrapped him in my coat and took him inside. I was fired from my job as babysitter for bringing him into the house
The vets wanted to end Bilbo's suffering but I cried and pleaded for his life. The vet clipped bilbo's claws, gave eye drops and baytril and gave me a week with Bilbo. He said if there was no improvement he would be PTS. He was not expected to live.
I took Bilbo home to my bedroom at my parents. I knew nothing about rabbits, I had never even considered them as a pet before. I decided to keep him in my bedroom to keep an eye on him while he recovered. He spent a few days living in a cardboard box filled with hay with a bowl of russel rabbit and a bowl of water. I later bought a large indoor cage for him and let him out while I was there to watch him. I was a lonely teenager and spent a lot of time in my room.
As the days and weeks went by Bilbo went from strength to strength. He gained weight, his eyes looked brighter and his fur grew back. He was like a different bunny He became my best friend.
With each vet check the vets were amazed. They guessed his age to be around 2 or 3. Unfortunatly Bilbo had to have a lot of vet checks in his life as his teeth were not right, they caused him a lot of eye problems so he would have regular dentals and eye flushes. He was still the most friendly bun ever though
Bilbo house trained himself and was a good boy and never chewed up my stuff. He couldn't jump onto my bed. He couldn't jump very high at all, probably didn't know he could after being cramped in a hutch bless him. He was such a good boy and used to follow me everywhere. He was there for me when I had no one. He saw me grow up, get married and for it to fall apart. He was the constant in my life back then.
In 2003 I ended up taking on another bunny, Freeda. I was at the vets with Bilbo and one of his many checks when the vet told me that there was a bunny around the back. Freeda was disabled. One of her back legs did not work at all and had muscle wastage. She was also slightly incontinent. The vets didn't know what was wrong, they never did, but I suspect now, all these years later, that it was EC.
Bilbo was fixed so that they could be together and he was such a gentleman. He loved freeda very much. He was always grooming her and watching out for her. They were so happy together.
Sadly Freeda's condition got worse the vets still didn't know what to do. she was leaking urine all the time and needed bathing every day. Her poorly leg became burnt from urine so I had to try and keep the wee off her. I didn't know what to do, bandages became soaked so I put her in a little nappy with a hole cut out. The poop plopped out so it didn't become mushy but the wee was kept away from her weak leg. Dispite everything she was such a happy little bun.
Freeda's time with us was very short just 8 months. One night she had a fit and was rolling. I rang round every vet I could think of but no one knew what was wrong and she was PTS I am so very sad when I think of her now as I know she could have been treated and that her and Bilbo could have had longer Both Bilbo and I were devastated.
My first bun was called Bilbo. I found him by accident. It was 1997
I was babysitting and one of the children kicked a ball over the fence into the neighbors garden. The neighbors had moved away. When I got into the garden I could smell something awful, I could then see a rotten falling apart hutch, something moved inside. I was a bit scared of what I would find. As I got closer I could see this thin, almost hairless pityfil creature inside His eyes were running, his claws were curling into his feet, his skin was red and sore and there were maggots inside the hutch Inside the " bedroom," part of the hutch there was a dead bunny
I scooped Bilbo up, wrapped him in my coat and took him inside. I was fired from my job as babysitter for bringing him into the house
The vets wanted to end Bilbo's suffering but I cried and pleaded for his life. The vet clipped bilbo's claws, gave eye drops and baytril and gave me a week with Bilbo. He said if there was no improvement he would be PTS. He was not expected to live.
I took Bilbo home to my bedroom at my parents. I knew nothing about rabbits, I had never even considered them as a pet before. I decided to keep him in my bedroom to keep an eye on him while he recovered. He spent a few days living in a cardboard box filled with hay with a bowl of russel rabbit and a bowl of water. I later bought a large indoor cage for him and let him out while I was there to watch him. I was a lonely teenager and spent a lot of time in my room.
As the days and weeks went by Bilbo went from strength to strength. He gained weight, his eyes looked brighter and his fur grew back. He was like a different bunny He became my best friend.
With each vet check the vets were amazed. They guessed his age to be around 2 or 3. Unfortunatly Bilbo had to have a lot of vet checks in his life as his teeth were not right, they caused him a lot of eye problems so he would have regular dentals and eye flushes. He was still the most friendly bun ever though
Bilbo house trained himself and was a good boy and never chewed up my stuff. He couldn't jump onto my bed. He couldn't jump very high at all, probably didn't know he could after being cramped in a hutch bless him. He was such a good boy and used to follow me everywhere. He was there for me when I had no one. He saw me grow up, get married and for it to fall apart. He was the constant in my life back then.
In 2003 I ended up taking on another bunny, Freeda. I was at the vets with Bilbo and one of his many checks when the vet told me that there was a bunny around the back. Freeda was disabled. One of her back legs did not work at all and had muscle wastage. She was also slightly incontinent. The vets didn't know what was wrong, they never did, but I suspect now, all these years later, that it was EC.
Bilbo was fixed so that they could be together and he was such a gentleman. He loved freeda very much. He was always grooming her and watching out for her. They were so happy together.
Sadly Freeda's condition got worse the vets still didn't know what to do. she was leaking urine all the time and needed bathing every day. Her poorly leg became burnt from urine so I had to try and keep the wee off her. I didn't know what to do, bandages became soaked so I put her in a little nappy with a hole cut out. The poop plopped out so it didn't become mushy but the wee was kept away from her weak leg. Dispite everything she was such a happy little bun.
Freeda's time with us was very short just 8 months. One night she had a fit and was rolling. I rang round every vet I could think of but no one knew what was wrong and she was PTS I am so very sad when I think of her now as I know she could have been treated and that her and Bilbo could have had longer Both Bilbo and I were devastated.