My bridge bunny Roger who was severely disabled had a passion for knobbly bobbly ice lollies, and we shared one every night :lol: Roger rarely kept to just his side and usually ate most of mine as well. He was a food monster, and before he lost all his mobility, one day I was aware of a horrible smell in the lounge and kept eyeing Roger suspiciously, but unable to find anything to cause it. Then he disappeared into his bunny tent and remerged trying to chew something, but his mouth seemed stuck together :shock: aha now I had a lead
In his tent I found most of a large packet of chocolate digestive biscuits, a half eaten packet of wotsits, part of a cheese topped bread roll, rolos (which was what he was trying to eat, but the toffee was sticking his teeth together) :lol: AND a kfc chicken drumstick :shock::shock: The cause of the smell had been established, and it was all promptly disposed off while Roger gave me such evils I'm surprised I didn't just die on the spot.
I know he shouldn't have been eating half of what he did and ice lollies, but as my vet said, we didn't know how long I had left with Roger, and we were taking it a day at a time, even though amazingly Simon actually looked after Roger, and supported the both of us, and even got him through 3 emergency ops when it was touch and go, for nearly 4 years
before loosing him last September, and the plan was to just spoil him rotten, let him have whatever he wanted within reason, and just make the most of every single day we had. Obviously, if he had been a well, young bunny, no way would he have got what he wanted.