Sarah1989
Warren Veteran
Hi,
I'd appreciate it if someone could advise me on the following:
(I have kept rabbits on and off throughout my life since I was 8 or 9. Apologies for the long story, I feel the background is important.)
Every single rabbit I've had for some reason has hated me. They would bite, scratch, run away from me, growl at me, stamp their feet at me, etc, but were fine with other people. I figured these were because they were outside rabbits and I didn't see them too often other than to feed/clean them out. I then got a house rabbit when I was 15 and she tolerated me, but still wasn't keen on me. When I came back from holiday one day, I discovered my mum had sold her, so I gave up on keeping rabbits as I didn't seem to have any luck with them. A few years later, my husband got a house rabbit and they got on marvellously and so I decided to try again with my own rabbit.
Enter Dexter (my profile picture). He was a tiny little ball of fluff whose parents were, I believe, a mini lop and a mini lion head. There aren't enough words to describe how much I adored him. It was love at first sight when I first saw his picture in the advert and knew I simply had to have him. He was born in May 2011, the runt of the litter, but this was now August 2011 and he was now ready for his new home - we collected him on Saturday 13th August 2011.
The following Thursday I was at home with him when the only way I could describe it was he fell over and had a fit. Hindsight tells me it was the parasite settling in and he'd just fallen over and was struggling to get up. I took him to the vet that evening and I can't remember exactly what they said, nothing epilepsy related and not what was really wrong with him, it turned out, but we were sent home with antibiotics. That Saturday, I was out for the day so I'm not exactly sure what happened, but he had to be rushed to the emergency vet who diagnosed him with E. Cuniculi (apologies for spelling) and gave him a course of Panacur and follow up appointments with our own vet. Within a week, Dex was paralysed in both his hind legs and couldn't move. I took him out of his cage as the sawdust hindered him and put towels down on my living room floor with the run around him so he could pull himself along with his front legs eventually. I read everything I could on E. Cuniculi and tried everything that was suggested. I hand fed him, gave him his water bottle, daily baths as he soiled himself, tried to keep his back legs moving so the muscle didn't waste away for when he got better. When he went back to the vets, they wanted to see him again in 24 hours, gave him an injection and said if he didn't improve by then, they would put him to sleep. Devastated, I took him home, wrapped him up in a towel and kept him my arms all night to keep him warm like they said. When we went back, he showed enough improvement that they continued treating him and after a week, he was up and about on all fours again. He recovered enough that eventually he moved back into his cage and lived a normal-ish life. He would run around our living room with our other rabbit, although he would fall over sometimes and he couldn't jump or sit up on his back legs to wash himself, but from where he was, I never thought he would be as good as he was.
Sadly, he slowly began to decline again and his front right paw became weaker. When he lay on his side, it would be curled behind his back. We weren't too concerned as we were warned he could deteriorate again as he would need the Panacur every three months to keep it in check. This was now early November, but he wasn't due for another month as it had been early September when he'd been treated with the Panacur. He began struggling with his cage and the sawdust again, so he moved back into the towelled run he'd been in before and lived there permanently as his mobility was better. I wanted to take him back to the vet and start the Panacur again, but agreed with my husband that it would do the trick and if we gave it him too often, he would become immune. So I continued with the hand feeding and watering and baths whenever he needed them and then gave him his course of Panacur when he was due. This did nothing, so I took him back to the vet who put him back on his previous medication and told me to continue the Panacur and to see him again in a week. Unfortunately, I woke up the following Sunday to find him on his side, breathing shallowly so I rushed straight to the emergency vet. They took one look at him and said they couldn't do anything as he was totally paralysed now. There was something they could try, but they doubted it would work and he would have to stay in. Not wanting him to be alone and so ill and pass away without me, I agreed they could put him to sleep. To say I was devastated is an understatement. I cried continuously for a week until people told me to get over it. Then I cried in private and pretended I was fine, something I still do to this day. I've found that nobody understands, they tell me, he was just a rabbit and be thankful it wasn't a person. They're wrong - there are plenty of people I know who I would gladly swap in a heartbeat if I could have Dexy back. Losing Dexter felt like having my heart ripped out, and I'm not really the same person I was before he died. Things I used to enjoy aren't as fun as they used to be. Dexy was so small he would sit in the palm of my hand, and he was long haired so he was incredibly fluffy and whenever I held him, he would lick any bare skin he could find, my neck, my hands, my arms. There's not a day go by when I don't think of him and miss him terribly. He's the only rabbit I've ever had that didn't hate me, but loved me back.
But, my question. My husband didn't know what to do with me, so he thought it cheer me up if he bought me another rabbit the. Slipper is a long haired dwarf lop, but she has a bit of a temperament problem. She hates being picked up and really hates cuddles. She stamps her feet all night when trying to sleep and is really aggressive around food. When getting her food bowl out to fill it up, she bites your hand and woe betide you if you don't get the bowl back in fast enough. I've never seen anything move faster! I've persevered with her and we've finally gotten to the stage where I can pick her up with no problem to clean her out or put her out in the garden for a run. I've found that if I distract her by stroking the top of her head, I can get the bowl out of her cage and fill it up and usually get it back in without being bitten, but in the past week, she's slipping back to her ways of rushing straight to the food bowl when it lands and I'm sure it won't be too long before she bites my hand on its way out of the cage. She has hay available constantly and I give her a carrot or some lettuce each morning, food in the evening, so I'm sure she can't be that hungry. Recently she even ignores the salad, but still dives on her food like she's not been fed for a month. I was very upset on Saturday about Dexter when a friend was telling me about having to have her dog put to sleep a while ago and it brought it all back. I went home, thinking that since she'd been friendlier recently, I could pick her up and sit and cuddle her for a while. Nope - she bit me after only a minute which upset me even more and made me miss Dexter even more and consequently provokes this question.
Is there anything I can do to calm her down further? Or should I accept that this is just who she is and if I want a cuddly bunny to sit in my arms and be affectionate, I need to hunt around for a second rabbit? She was sold as a female, but when she grew up, it became apparent she is actually a male, I refer to him as a her through habit. She hasn't yet been neutered as I've lived separately from her for a year and only got her back about a month ago (another long story due to personal issues I don't like to discuss) but it's on my to do list as soon as I've got her up to date with her injections. Would this make her any friendlier? Any suggestions would be much appreciated.
Thanks,
Sarah
I'd appreciate it if someone could advise me on the following:
(I have kept rabbits on and off throughout my life since I was 8 or 9. Apologies for the long story, I feel the background is important.)
Every single rabbit I've had for some reason has hated me. They would bite, scratch, run away from me, growl at me, stamp their feet at me, etc, but were fine with other people. I figured these were because they were outside rabbits and I didn't see them too often other than to feed/clean them out. I then got a house rabbit when I was 15 and she tolerated me, but still wasn't keen on me. When I came back from holiday one day, I discovered my mum had sold her, so I gave up on keeping rabbits as I didn't seem to have any luck with them. A few years later, my husband got a house rabbit and they got on marvellously and so I decided to try again with my own rabbit.
Enter Dexter (my profile picture). He was a tiny little ball of fluff whose parents were, I believe, a mini lop and a mini lion head. There aren't enough words to describe how much I adored him. It was love at first sight when I first saw his picture in the advert and knew I simply had to have him. He was born in May 2011, the runt of the litter, but this was now August 2011 and he was now ready for his new home - we collected him on Saturday 13th August 2011.
The following Thursday I was at home with him when the only way I could describe it was he fell over and had a fit. Hindsight tells me it was the parasite settling in and he'd just fallen over and was struggling to get up. I took him to the vet that evening and I can't remember exactly what they said, nothing epilepsy related and not what was really wrong with him, it turned out, but we were sent home with antibiotics. That Saturday, I was out for the day so I'm not exactly sure what happened, but he had to be rushed to the emergency vet who diagnosed him with E. Cuniculi (apologies for spelling) and gave him a course of Panacur and follow up appointments with our own vet. Within a week, Dex was paralysed in both his hind legs and couldn't move. I took him out of his cage as the sawdust hindered him and put towels down on my living room floor with the run around him so he could pull himself along with his front legs eventually. I read everything I could on E. Cuniculi and tried everything that was suggested. I hand fed him, gave him his water bottle, daily baths as he soiled himself, tried to keep his back legs moving so the muscle didn't waste away for when he got better. When he went back to the vets, they wanted to see him again in 24 hours, gave him an injection and said if he didn't improve by then, they would put him to sleep. Devastated, I took him home, wrapped him up in a towel and kept him my arms all night to keep him warm like they said. When we went back, he showed enough improvement that they continued treating him and after a week, he was up and about on all fours again. He recovered enough that eventually he moved back into his cage and lived a normal-ish life. He would run around our living room with our other rabbit, although he would fall over sometimes and he couldn't jump or sit up on his back legs to wash himself, but from where he was, I never thought he would be as good as he was.
Sadly, he slowly began to decline again and his front right paw became weaker. When he lay on his side, it would be curled behind his back. We weren't too concerned as we were warned he could deteriorate again as he would need the Panacur every three months to keep it in check. This was now early November, but he wasn't due for another month as it had been early September when he'd been treated with the Panacur. He began struggling with his cage and the sawdust again, so he moved back into the towelled run he'd been in before and lived there permanently as his mobility was better. I wanted to take him back to the vet and start the Panacur again, but agreed with my husband that it would do the trick and if we gave it him too often, he would become immune. So I continued with the hand feeding and watering and baths whenever he needed them and then gave him his course of Panacur when he was due. This did nothing, so I took him back to the vet who put him back on his previous medication and told me to continue the Panacur and to see him again in a week. Unfortunately, I woke up the following Sunday to find him on his side, breathing shallowly so I rushed straight to the emergency vet. They took one look at him and said they couldn't do anything as he was totally paralysed now. There was something they could try, but they doubted it would work and he would have to stay in. Not wanting him to be alone and so ill and pass away without me, I agreed they could put him to sleep. To say I was devastated is an understatement. I cried continuously for a week until people told me to get over it. Then I cried in private and pretended I was fine, something I still do to this day. I've found that nobody understands, they tell me, he was just a rabbit and be thankful it wasn't a person. They're wrong - there are plenty of people I know who I would gladly swap in a heartbeat if I could have Dexy back. Losing Dexter felt like having my heart ripped out, and I'm not really the same person I was before he died. Things I used to enjoy aren't as fun as they used to be. Dexy was so small he would sit in the palm of my hand, and he was long haired so he was incredibly fluffy and whenever I held him, he would lick any bare skin he could find, my neck, my hands, my arms. There's not a day go by when I don't think of him and miss him terribly. He's the only rabbit I've ever had that didn't hate me, but loved me back.
But, my question. My husband didn't know what to do with me, so he thought it cheer me up if he bought me another rabbit the. Slipper is a long haired dwarf lop, but she has a bit of a temperament problem. She hates being picked up and really hates cuddles. She stamps her feet all night when trying to sleep and is really aggressive around food. When getting her food bowl out to fill it up, she bites your hand and woe betide you if you don't get the bowl back in fast enough. I've never seen anything move faster! I've persevered with her and we've finally gotten to the stage where I can pick her up with no problem to clean her out or put her out in the garden for a run. I've found that if I distract her by stroking the top of her head, I can get the bowl out of her cage and fill it up and usually get it back in without being bitten, but in the past week, she's slipping back to her ways of rushing straight to the food bowl when it lands and I'm sure it won't be too long before she bites my hand on its way out of the cage. She has hay available constantly and I give her a carrot or some lettuce each morning, food in the evening, so I'm sure she can't be that hungry. Recently she even ignores the salad, but still dives on her food like she's not been fed for a month. I was very upset on Saturday about Dexter when a friend was telling me about having to have her dog put to sleep a while ago and it brought it all back. I went home, thinking that since she'd been friendlier recently, I could pick her up and sit and cuddle her for a while. Nope - she bit me after only a minute which upset me even more and made me miss Dexter even more and consequently provokes this question.
Is there anything I can do to calm her down further? Or should I accept that this is just who she is and if I want a cuddly bunny to sit in my arms and be affectionate, I need to hunt around for a second rabbit? She was sold as a female, but when she grew up, it became apparent she is actually a male, I refer to him as a her through habit. She hasn't yet been neutered as I've lived separately from her for a year and only got her back about a month ago (another long story due to personal issues I don't like to discuss) but it's on my to do list as soon as I've got her up to date with her injections. Would this make her any friendlier? Any suggestions would be much appreciated.
Thanks,
Sarah