Last July a litter of babies arrived at the rescue, 6 boys, one girl. It was my last day there for many months.
When I went back many months later (end of October, I think?), the girl had sadly died and three of the boys were not thriving. those three were half the size of the others, not developing, not growing. They were stunted and looked pretty rough.
I was worried for them. After talking to some people and explaining how ill and stunted these bunnies were, I found them a place somewhere 'in due course' and intended to take the rabbit's on as fosters.
They came home in mid November.
The night they arrived they weighed 576g, 718g, and 842g, respectively, at 6-7 months old, and some sort of lionhead (possibly with some sort of lop in there too). Their siblings were over twice their size by this point.
Overnight they gained weight to 715, 900g, and 1055g, which makes me think they couldn't use the water bottle.
They were ill when they arrived. Their guts were nasty and felt wrong to my vet, and two had dental issues, one more so than the other. They all drink like a horse.
Overtime, they have grown, dropped their bits and been neutered and gotten healthier and healthier and don't 'qualify' for the places they originally were going to (well, hopefully one does, but the other two do not, if I am honest).
One will be rehomable through normal procedures, which is fine.
The other creates a problem. the dental issues mean he is not deemed as rehomable, but that also I don't have enough space or money to have him myself.
Its so frustrating. I did my best for them. I kept them alive, when they would surely have died at the rescue, I made them better, I fixed them, and I made them too well. Now I have created my own problem. I'm glad for those bunnies they are in a much better state, but its so frustrating now fostering a bunny who is unlikely to be allowed to be rehomed and who I feel unable to keep.
Its heartbreaking and its difficult.
And I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now.
The frustration of success.
When I went back many months later (end of October, I think?), the girl had sadly died and three of the boys were not thriving. those three were half the size of the others, not developing, not growing. They were stunted and looked pretty rough.
I was worried for them. After talking to some people and explaining how ill and stunted these bunnies were, I found them a place somewhere 'in due course' and intended to take the rabbit's on as fosters.
They came home in mid November.
The night they arrived they weighed 576g, 718g, and 842g, respectively, at 6-7 months old, and some sort of lionhead (possibly with some sort of lop in there too). Their siblings were over twice their size by this point.
Overnight they gained weight to 715, 900g, and 1055g, which makes me think they couldn't use the water bottle.
They were ill when they arrived. Their guts were nasty and felt wrong to my vet, and two had dental issues, one more so than the other. They all drink like a horse.
Overtime, they have grown, dropped their bits and been neutered and gotten healthier and healthier and don't 'qualify' for the places they originally were going to (well, hopefully one does, but the other two do not, if I am honest).
One will be rehomable through normal procedures, which is fine.
The other creates a problem. the dental issues mean he is not deemed as rehomable, but that also I don't have enough space or money to have him myself.
Its so frustrating. I did my best for them. I kept them alive, when they would surely have died at the rescue, I made them better, I fixed them, and I made them too well. Now I have created my own problem. I'm glad for those bunnies they are in a much better state, but its so frustrating now fostering a bunny who is unlikely to be allowed to be rehomed and who I feel unable to keep.
Its heartbreaking and its difficult.
And I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now.
The frustration of success.