I've come to the conclusion I'm a useless owner. Whereas I can relate to dogs and cats really well and get them to bond with me with no difficulty, I feel totally out of my depth with rabbits.
I first took on Ruby and Gordon, who was a guinea pig, for a young customer who had moved and his landlord who lived next door wouldn't let him keep them, In fact, he threatened to have them done away with if they weren't rehomed. They lived in a 3ft hutch and when I, somewhat reluctantly, agreed to take them, the hutch was crawling with maggots. I was hoping to find another home but ended up keeping them. Got them sorted at the vets, split them up, got Wesley for Ruby and other guineas for Gordon. Best housing I could, best diet I could etc but I didn't feel anything like I've felt for my dogs and cats.
Ruby and Wesley were really happy and so were the guineas. A friend wanted more guineas and had fantastic accommodation so I let them go to live there but kept Ruby and Wes. They pretty much did there own thing. Ruby was more sociable and would be more up for the odd stroke etc but Wes was happiest just alone with Ruby.
After the tragic incident when my dog nipped Ruby in December, resulting in her being PTS, I feel totally out of my comfort zone. Wesley hates me. He is very shy and doted on Ruby. I've tried to bond him with 2 females now and they've both chased him, lunged at him and bitten him and he is terrified. I've still got the second one that I got from the RSPCA kept in a seperate hutch/run but I'm finding the whole thing more than I ever wanted it to be in terms of finance, time, energy and stress. I'm so fond of little Wes deep down but he mistrusts me and runs from me all the time. I get no real pleasure from any of it. And if I can't get him to bond then it's all the more stressful.
The cleaning out is a chore, the mess gets me down, I now have to be really careful with the dog and I feel like I'm running round trying to do what's right for these animals but all the time feeling like a failure. It's giving me no joy - just lots of grief. Yet if I decide to give them up for rehoming, I'll feel bad for that as well.