0XBunnyta
Warren Scout
In my last post I got exited about moving out with the buns and was asking for loads of puppy pen suggestions. I have several 80L storage boxes of lovely toys and things i'd collected over summer, my last thing to get was a pen so they could have their own room at the new apartment. I was so totally overjoyed they could come with me let alone set up their own room, a pen to block off the skirting board was a must and the last thing on my list... considering their history with rented accommodation :roll:
I'm moving in two days but Annabelle will never get to experience all the treats I had in store for her. I sold their old accommodation so they were set up in my parents shed out the way of the snow in said puppy pen, just for the next two bloomin days until going on Saturday. The largest I could find cos I knew they potentially would try jumping over and this way I was 100% sure... The shed was once upon a time renovated for them but has since had a few bikes and spades etc put back in so they needed to be kept contained.
I went out at around 9pm and could hear the ****** scuffling around outside of the pen under the bikes, first of all I was shocked she had managed to get out and then my initial thought was oh god I hope she hasn't popped any tires the little :evil: but it was pitch black by this point and when I made my way over and turned on the light I just saw her laying there dragging her back end trying to move. Didn't even cross my mind I just feel so guilty like how did I not see this pen as a danger, why didn't I even consider that she could have hurt herself getting over. Forget about if the bikes was damaged I couldn't give a flying toss about them now, we think she jumped over and went head first but whacked her back on one of them as she went down...
Absolute saint of a vet tried to get to me for the next 45 minuets for an emergency appointment in essentially a blizzard I can't praise him enough I really can't. If any of you are vet nurses or vets or techs etc I just want to thank you so much for your dedication honestly didn't know what to do when I found her I thought I wouldn't be able to be seen what so ever and it was the worst feeling in the world.
He confirmed that she had sustained a broken back and that it was so severe that it had snapped some deep chord like... I was hysterical by this point there was no use explaining anything to me I can't recall the proper terms he used because to me I knew it wouldn't matter anyway. Essentially she would be paralyzed for the rest of her life and he could see I would genuinely do anything to help her pull through so he offered to take her to an overnight stay where she would be kept comfortable and any further treatments discussed and arranged but did confirm she would never be able to walk again unassisted and would require intensive human care for basic needs.
If anyone knows me they know i've had a disabled bun mobility wise before and I had no problem helping her keep clean with baths and cream most days, honestly would have done anything for that sweet bun to keep her comfortable. Problem was she was so so friendly she loved people so much. I used to refer to her as lap dog cos she honestly was but Annabelle is my look but don't touch bun. Not from lack of socializing mind, all my other rabbits have loved attention, it was just her personality and I respected it. Shes also my bun who never wanted to be housed inside and would go wait by the back door to be let out, when Tina would do the opposite and run inside if she was ever put out to graze. She just wanted to be constantly running out in the garden.
I know buns can happily be kept in wheelchairs and it kills me she was happy and healthy in herself at the time of PTS. With constant care from humans when she doesn't even liked to be stroked let alone bathed for urine scald and never being able to run like that again it's just the two totally opposite things she would have wanted and I truly believe she would have been miserable.
Just can't help thinking of the flashing warning signs for every aspect of this story and how It's my bad decisions that means shes not here anymore
moral of the story- puppy pens are dangerous for a variety of reasons. I've heard of suck heads and broken legs, but I always thought that was because the person had not been cautious enough and bought unsuitable things either with gaps too wide or too cheap that they bend too easily, not high enough etc. Accidents can happen and do happen and it's best to avoid it.
I'm moving in two days but Annabelle will never get to experience all the treats I had in store for her. I sold their old accommodation so they were set up in my parents shed out the way of the snow in said puppy pen, just for the next two bloomin days until going on Saturday. The largest I could find cos I knew they potentially would try jumping over and this way I was 100% sure... The shed was once upon a time renovated for them but has since had a few bikes and spades etc put back in so they needed to be kept contained.
I went out at around 9pm and could hear the ****** scuffling around outside of the pen under the bikes, first of all I was shocked she had managed to get out and then my initial thought was oh god I hope she hasn't popped any tires the little :evil: but it was pitch black by this point and when I made my way over and turned on the light I just saw her laying there dragging her back end trying to move. Didn't even cross my mind I just feel so guilty like how did I not see this pen as a danger, why didn't I even consider that she could have hurt herself getting over. Forget about if the bikes was damaged I couldn't give a flying toss about them now, we think she jumped over and went head first but whacked her back on one of them as she went down...
Absolute saint of a vet tried to get to me for the next 45 minuets for an emergency appointment in essentially a blizzard I can't praise him enough I really can't. If any of you are vet nurses or vets or techs etc I just want to thank you so much for your dedication honestly didn't know what to do when I found her I thought I wouldn't be able to be seen what so ever and it was the worst feeling in the world.
He confirmed that she had sustained a broken back and that it was so severe that it had snapped some deep chord like... I was hysterical by this point there was no use explaining anything to me I can't recall the proper terms he used because to me I knew it wouldn't matter anyway. Essentially she would be paralyzed for the rest of her life and he could see I would genuinely do anything to help her pull through so he offered to take her to an overnight stay where she would be kept comfortable and any further treatments discussed and arranged but did confirm she would never be able to walk again unassisted and would require intensive human care for basic needs.
If anyone knows me they know i've had a disabled bun mobility wise before and I had no problem helping her keep clean with baths and cream most days, honestly would have done anything for that sweet bun to keep her comfortable. Problem was she was so so friendly she loved people so much. I used to refer to her as lap dog cos she honestly was but Annabelle is my look but don't touch bun. Not from lack of socializing mind, all my other rabbits have loved attention, it was just her personality and I respected it. Shes also my bun who never wanted to be housed inside and would go wait by the back door to be let out, when Tina would do the opposite and run inside if she was ever put out to graze. She just wanted to be constantly running out in the garden.
I know buns can happily be kept in wheelchairs and it kills me she was happy and healthy in herself at the time of PTS. With constant care from humans when she doesn't even liked to be stroked let alone bathed for urine scald and never being able to run like that again it's just the two totally opposite things she would have wanted and I truly believe she would have been miserable.
Just can't help thinking of the flashing warning signs for every aspect of this story and how It's my bad decisions that means shes not here anymore
moral of the story- puppy pens are dangerous for a variety of reasons. I've heard of suck heads and broken legs, but I always thought that was because the person had not been cautious enough and bought unsuitable things either with gaps too wide or too cheap that they bend too easily, not high enough etc. Accidents can happen and do happen and it's best to avoid it.
so sorry for your loss xx
