~ILoveMyBunny~
Alpha Buck
We just lost our little Biggles. Both sort of expected and not. On Sunday I noticed his abdomen was distended. We took him in yesterday and had him scanned but had him rerferred to the exotics specialist today. I wasn't expecting surgery to be done the same day but they did. Turned out he had a massive tumour. I couldn't see it properly on the video conference call but the vet described it as golfball sized. I truly cannot believe I did not notice anything until Sunday. I feel like I've failed him so badly for not detecting it earlier.
It was on his liver and he had adhesions on his intestines. I cannot praise the vet highly enough for just how incredibly hard she tried to save him. They resuscitated him twice but he'd lost a lot of blood. It looked like he might recover but he fell asleep an hour or so afterwards. I cannot get over how incredible they were, they were going to take him home themselves to try to get him through the night.
I cannot believe it. I sort of knew earlier he was unlikely to survive the surgery but at the same time he was so full of life and spirited that I thought he might be able to fight through.
We're utterly devastated. He was only 2. We were hoping we had at least another year with him - and deep down hoping for more.
We knew what we were getting into taking on an animal with a short lifespan. What we didn't know was just how precious he would become. He was the sweetest thing. He adored being picked up. As soon as you put you hand in up he'd climb. Never tried to bite, he was the most loving little wriggly thing.
I found him advertised locally as free. I got the thought it my head that he could end up being picked up by a snake keeper or something so decided to take him. He was a christmas present the child got bored with by May.
He learned his name within an hour of us saying it to him. He came whenever you called with his beautiful little face. He was like a little puppy.
I cannot believe he's gone. He was so full of life today. He fought so hard.
It was on his liver and he had adhesions on his intestines. I cannot praise the vet highly enough for just how incredibly hard she tried to save him. They resuscitated him twice but he'd lost a lot of blood. It looked like he might recover but he fell asleep an hour or so afterwards. I cannot get over how incredible they were, they were going to take him home themselves to try to get him through the night.
I cannot believe it. I sort of knew earlier he was unlikely to survive the surgery but at the same time he was so full of life and spirited that I thought he might be able to fight through.
We're utterly devastated. He was only 2. We were hoping we had at least another year with him - and deep down hoping for more.
We knew what we were getting into taking on an animal with a short lifespan. What we didn't know was just how precious he would become. He was the sweetest thing. He adored being picked up. As soon as you put you hand in up he'd climb. Never tried to bite, he was the most loving little wriggly thing.
I found him advertised locally as free. I got the thought it my head that he could end up being picked up by a snake keeper or something so decided to take him. He was a christmas present the child got bored with by May.
He learned his name within an hour of us saying it to him. He came whenever you called with his beautiful little face. He was like a little puppy.
I cannot believe he's gone. He was so full of life today. He fought so hard.