I thought I would do a little update on Frankie. She has been doing so well, you would almost not know she is so unwell apart from the fast breathing and the feel of her body. She is eating well, really well infact and for the most part acting quite normal.
I managed to get her an Ikea bed this weekend which was a silly thing I was upset about that she had not had the chance to have one yet
my son was playing football almost halfway on the way to Ikea so after the match OH drove us there to go and get some of the beds. I felt so sad buying only two, even though we have three bunnies, knowing that Lola will inherit Frankies when she has gone
she was so interested in it and loved jumping on and off and investigating it, but decided to try and put her head through the gap so I had to take it out as she has a tiny head, we will need to modify it to make it safer.
I have been at work this morning, but when I got home she has developed a bit of a cough/sneeze. She had done that occasionally a few weeks ago when she got herself in a tizz when I tried to get her in her carrier (she hates it) but now it seems to be happening for no reason. Is this a sign of her being in the very end stage? She has Baytril and Sulfratrim along with her Loxicom, but she has been mostly leaving the first two (she has to have it on kale) and she has got wise to my medicine giving tricks. I figured she did not have long left anyway so didn't want to force and stress her to have them as they are no cure.
I am struggling quite a bit with the not knowing when the inevitable will happen
neither can I take control of that and book a day for PTS. It doesn't feel right yet. When I had to make that choice for a bunny I had years ago, I just knew when. Where as this time I don't get that same feeling.
Sorry for the big rambling post. It really helps to write it down & speak with you guys. My OH has just gone pretty quiet over the whole thing with me when at home. Although I don't really know what else I am expecting of him really!? Then yesterday he was making a joke out of having to spend more money on the vet bills for scans etc when speaking to my sister (we were referred to my sisters vets). Sure have a little joke about the vet bills but not when the outcome has been such an upsetting one and one that he sees me struggle with on a daily basis. If it wasn't at my daughters birthday meal I would have likely told him off and cried! He has a habit of being really insensitive at times, it's embarrassing.