So I've got a "zoo sampler" in my house -- a cat, a bird and a rabbit. The rabbit was a new addition last summer, and has kept everyone entertained
with his antics daily (as the Brits would say, he's a cheeky bugger)
His only drawback has been malocclusion (his front teeth don't meet properly to wear down) and we have to have them trimmed every month. Not a big
deal, it's just a $20 trim.
Tuesday, though, he decided to quit eating. Rabbits can't do that, their digestive tracts will stop working & they can die if they don't eat. So
obviously, this is kind of a Capital E emergency and we do the whole vet visit deal. Turns out, something (we aren't sure what) gave him gas, which
hurt and killed his appetite, and he was dancing with GI stasis (digestive shutdown) due to not eating.
So now I'm directed to force-feed basically human infant gas relief drops along with Critical Care syringe feed, and both are going about as well as
can be expected. Which is to say it f#ing sucks, he's fighting with us every step of the way because "You ain't making me eat that nasty crap, lady!"
He's become very adept very quickly at spitting out
this pricey emergency nutritional stuff < facepalm >
I can get about 1ml out of every 5 down, the rest, he defiantly spits out (well, shoves back out with his tongue, but you get the idea) Come on man, I
know it sucks ass, but I'm trying to do you a favor here. Just eat the foul stuff and we'll get you back to pooping the normal volume in no time.
He was so pissed off at me a while ago with the last force-feeding that when hubby put him back in his hutch, he went right upstairs, paused to look
at me as if to say "Hey there, hi! Pet me!" and promptly turned around and kicked a crapload of bedding out at me before holing up in his
That's rabbit speak for "F# off, asshole."
I did observe him finally munching on his hay a few minutes ago, so there's that. When I was trying to hand-feed him hay before the vet visit, he was
faux-eating it (and then slyly turning around and spitting it out behind him, apparently thinking I'd not notice?)
We'll take him back in for a check-up in a few days, but in the mean time, we have occasional rank "recovery poop" and I swear he's passing some
killer SBDs that would gag a maggot (vet did warn us it probably would stink due to gut flora being off and the type of food he has to eat for now)
We also had a minor parking lot fender bender today thanks to someone not paying attention to their surroundings whipping out of their parking spot.
The damage was very minor (a light dent hubby already knocked back out, not even worth reporting) She was shook up and adequately scared, but still,
that's unacceptable, she could have easily run over a person doing that impatient rush-rush crap
Oh, and that toe I ripped part of the nail off of? Hubby stepped on it, full weight, earlier. In his steel toe work boots no less
this week SUCKS
edit on 6/14/2018 by Nyiah because: (no reason given)