As you know (or maybe don't), the minute you notice bunny listless, not eating, drinking and voiding, it is time to call the vet. Which I did. The poor girl wouldn't even move. Her eyes were dull. The mischievous one was seemingly gone.
|THAT EVIL GLINT!|
The vet took her in for a few hours of observation. I usually see a farm vet (whom I LOVE). She informed me that I needed to get Russette to another vet STAT. This vet is “One of the best” for these issues. She introduced herself as Doctor “O.”
BIRD & EXOTIC PET WELLNESS CENTER
Dr. O. snuggled up to Russette on the table, kissed her on the forehead and said, “Poor girl – we gotta get you better.”
I did what any strong American raised-in-a-farming-community gal would do: I blubbered like a baby.
I was told that she was in pretty bad shape and the doctor could not guarantee anything. If things did not improve by morning, I was to rush her back into the office.
It is a fact that rabbits, when ill, fair better in their home surroundings. I brought her back to her hutch, her husbun and her insane humans. I was assigned the task of giving shots (anti inflammation), administering oral medication (for pain) and Critical Care feeding. And also lots of love, some belly massages and a heating pad set on low.
|YES, MY HEATING PAD *HAS* LEOPARD PRINT!|
I have poked myself and bled. I now have a Critical Care Feed cemented hair style. I now have a fur covered T shirt, scratches and one hateful rabbit. I love her that much.
I slept with that rabbit next to my body on the heating pad . There was a point I really thought that she was going and
I told her that it was ok. If she needed to go – “go.”
Oh, and I prayed to a Catholic Saint for intercession (I am NOT Catholic – or even close to it) and promised that if she pulled through, when I became a millionaire that I would build a rabbit rescue in his honor: St. Francis of Assisi Russette Rabbit Rescue.
And I blubbered some more, which woke her up – which apparently offended her. She took off like lightening down the hallway, crapping all the way! When I caught her (20 minutes later), she crapped on my foot.
I put her in her hutch and held vigil... all night. She is now more active, her kidneys are working, her intestinal track is working, she nibbled cabbage and laps water from her bowl. I will keep you all posted.
In the meantime...
I am currently taking donations for the St. Francis of Assisi Russette Rabbit Rescue.