Whitelighter
Warren Scout
Me.
From perhaps the age of 9 to the age of 14 I was the definition of a horrid rabbit owner
I had three in total, all kept outside in a sub standard hutch, fed on muesli and lived on their own. We did have a big run in the garden but it wasn't attached so often they were dumped out in the morning and left all day.
It's surprising that they all made it passed a year looking back. I think the oldest was 4 when he died, the youngest maybe 3. The last rabbit faired better as I got older but no-where near the standard that was acceptable. I suppose they were all loved - I never wanted any harm to come to them but I can't honestly say they had a decent life.
Since having rabbits in adulthood I've tried to give them the lives they deserve. My fist bun in adult hood was Bubbles. Bought from a pet shop but I didn't know about rescues. She lived outside in a big hutch/run combo but was fed on muesli and not much hay. A fox got her and I was devastated.
Now we have poppy and I'm determined to get it right. Big cage indoors with permanent free range of the ground floor. Feeding limited top quality pellets and (as of today) a mixed hay menu from hayexperts. I provide toys and stimulation, and spend a lot of time with her so I get licks and grooming.
So here's the punishment - why is this bun, the cosseted one, the most poorly? It seems we are in and out of the vets at the moment when with the other buns they only seemed to go "at the end". It doesn't matter, Poppy is going to have the best life I can give. Hopefully we can get her a husbun once neutered (I am hoping to get smokey from the school but so far they want to keep him) but right now it's been a roller later of not eating the right things and being a fussy sickly little madam.
Rabbits eh...
From perhaps the age of 9 to the age of 14 I was the definition of a horrid rabbit owner
I had three in total, all kept outside in a sub standard hutch, fed on muesli and lived on their own. We did have a big run in the garden but it wasn't attached so often they were dumped out in the morning and left all day.
It's surprising that they all made it passed a year looking back. I think the oldest was 4 when he died, the youngest maybe 3. The last rabbit faired better as I got older but no-where near the standard that was acceptable. I suppose they were all loved - I never wanted any harm to come to them but I can't honestly say they had a decent life.
Since having rabbits in adulthood I've tried to give them the lives they deserve. My fist bun in adult hood was Bubbles. Bought from a pet shop but I didn't know about rescues. She lived outside in a big hutch/run combo but was fed on muesli and not much hay. A fox got her and I was devastated.
Now we have poppy and I'm determined to get it right. Big cage indoors with permanent free range of the ground floor. Feeding limited top quality pellets and (as of today) a mixed hay menu from hayexperts. I provide toys and stimulation, and spend a lot of time with her so I get licks and grooming.
So here's the punishment - why is this bun, the cosseted one, the most poorly? It seems we are in and out of the vets at the moment when with the other buns they only seemed to go "at the end". It doesn't matter, Poppy is going to have the best life I can give. Hopefully we can get her a husbun once neutered (I am hoping to get smokey from the school but so far they want to keep him) but right now it's been a roller later of not eating the right things and being a fussy sickly little madam.
Rabbits eh...