My Dear Good Girl.
I’m so sorry it’s taken me just so very long to get myself to be able to write this- quite simply, it’s been too hard. Even now, I’m trying very hard to avoid this, only I know I can’t and shouldn’t- you deserve better than that- but it has taken me several days to complete this. Quite frankly, I still don’t want to acknowledge you are gone.
Let’s go right back to the start. On 6th June 2010, It travelled my way down to Dagenham to collect some baby fosters rabbits (Something I kept the forum updated on for a long time- click the link to read more). Their mum had died when they were five weeks old, and there was also a younger litter of two remaining. There were five in the older litter, of which you were one.
You came home, and you were all in a pretty sorry, scrappy state. You, in particular, weighed 330g (at 6 weeks old, by this point), whilst your siblings all weighed around 600g. You had sparse fur, a prolapsed rectum and a swollen belly (probably from the goats milk you’d been being fed). You were also the only one with butterfly markings- it wouldn’t have been a surprise to know you were from a totally different litter, and were several weeks younger, but you weren’t- we knew you were all litter mates. We didn’t expect you to survive, but we wished you would- and that’s how you got your name.
This is the VERY first photo I got of you.
Right from the word ‘Go’ you were a diva. I remember when I placed you all in the run area of the hutch/run combo, you were the first to find the ramp and go up it. You were the first to explore. The feisty one. You didn’t appear to need your siblings like they all needed each other- you just did your own little thing and joined your siblings if and when you wanted and needed to.
We took some risks, and fed you grass. Turned out that was the smartest thing to do and you gradually started to grow better fur and your swollen belly shrunk. You were still scrappy, but were feisty and fighting. I already knew I was going to keep you and wasn’t going to trust you to anyone else (I wish now that I had kept all of you). That turned out to be a smarter decision than I realised.
I’m so sorry it’s taken me just so very long to get myself to be able to write this- quite simply, it’s been too hard. Even now, I’m trying very hard to avoid this, only I know I can’t and shouldn’t- you deserve better than that- but it has taken me several days to complete this. Quite frankly, I still don’t want to acknowledge you are gone.
Let’s go right back to the start. On 6th June 2010, It travelled my way down to Dagenham to collect some baby fosters rabbits (Something I kept the forum updated on for a long time- click the link to read more). Their mum had died when they were five weeks old, and there was also a younger litter of two remaining. There were five in the older litter, of which you were one.
You came home, and you were all in a pretty sorry, scrappy state. You, in particular, weighed 330g (at 6 weeks old, by this point), whilst your siblings all weighed around 600g. You had sparse fur, a prolapsed rectum and a swollen belly (probably from the goats milk you’d been being fed). You were also the only one with butterfly markings- it wouldn’t have been a surprise to know you were from a totally different litter, and were several weeks younger, but you weren’t- we knew you were all litter mates. We didn’t expect you to survive, but we wished you would- and that’s how you got your name.
This is the VERY first photo I got of you.
Right from the word ‘Go’ you were a diva. I remember when I placed you all in the run area of the hutch/run combo, you were the first to find the ramp and go up it. You were the first to explore. The feisty one. You didn’t appear to need your siblings like they all needed each other- you just did your own little thing and joined your siblings if and when you wanted and needed to.
We took some risks, and fed you grass. Turned out that was the smartest thing to do and you gradually started to grow better fur and your swollen belly shrunk. You were still scrappy, but were feisty and fighting. I already knew I was going to keep you and wasn’t going to trust you to anyone else (I wish now that I had kept all of you). That turned out to be a smarter decision than I realised.