He had quite a few animals as well as two rabbits he wanted us to take in, and genuinely appeared to care about them as he had had them since birth. They arrived with some of their things and some written information about them plus contact phone numbers in case I had any questions. They genuinely seemed to care about the animals but, as I have learnt, this care can be very superficial. None had even seen a vet .... in 6 years. After talking to the photographer he said he actually he had a 3rd rabbit, but hadn't though it was worth mentioning as he considered him unhomeable and had thought putting him to sleep might be the only option.
I set up him up on soft, absorbent vet-bed in my office and treated his scalded legs with cream. He had quite a shopping list of things for the vet to do! Being in otherwise okay health he was neutered, the lump removed and several others (discovered during the operation) were biopsied. His spine was also x-rayed. This was all done in one go to avoid more than one anaesthetic.
The lumps turned out to be skin cells overgrown but nothing to worry about but he x-ray showed old damage to the discs in his lower back, an injury consistent with an impact or fall such as being dropped. Looking at the photos of him I wonder what had happened - photos of him sitting between puppys' paws etc. The pain he must have been in after the injury, and the adaption his body had to make, so he could cope, makes me wince.
With anti-inflammatory pain medication, and space to move around in, he started to move better and was even beginning to use his lame leg more and more. Needless to say, he was not incontinent, and didn't have diarrhoea, his stiff leg meant that when he urinated must have hit his leg each time. Interestingly he was dry from the minute he arrived with me so I can only assume that he was kept sat in dirty, wet housing.
What a cheerful little guy he was .... and so friendly, always wanting more and more stroking, kisses and love. He would nudge me for strokes, and butt my leg if I stopped.
Such was his need for affection that I advertised for a home, to a very special owner who understood his needs. All he needed was pain medication and the physiotherapy of movement.
On 1st May 2017 tiny Betsy arrived to meet Simon. His leg didn't hold him back and he was thrilled to be with his very own friend. He mounted her (a normal bonding behaviour to establish dominance), chinned her, to make him smell "all Simony" and groomed her and snuggled - it was instant love, almost as though he couldn't believe that she was all his.
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Simon now lives with little Betsy, as a free range house bunny and, with all the space to move around, he is starting to use his leg more and more.
I was very worried about Pentax, not only did he have mites but he also didn't eat for 5 days after his arrival. To begin with I put it down to the stress of a new place but on Day 2 I started to syringe feed him and made an appointment at the vet. He hadn't passed any faeces at this point, nor eaten himself.
A dental check spotted a sharp spur digging into his cheek. The same day he was neutered and the spur burred off. What no one had realised is that the spur was lodged into the cheek flesh, and it and to be pulled out. No wonder he couldn't eat! Post-op he ate and ate and ate and things seemed to be returning to norma. He even had a home reserved. But his eating slowed down and he seemed gloomier again.
The x-ray revealed a horror story. One rear molar had been compacted down through his jaw bone and was poking down into the flesh of his jaw. His upper roots were high in the eye sockets. Inside his mouth the skin was thick with scarring and the muscles of the jaw had stiffened into an awkward position from him compensating, trying to eat.
I saw how bony he was becoming. Yesterday I watched him try, and try, to pick up a piece of his favourite spring greens, using the side of his mouth to finally get a piece for a quick bite before it dropped again. I decided what the kindest thing to do was.
I put him out on our lawn, with the evening sun falling gently on him, shadows lengthening, and lay with him and told him that he was loved and that I couldn't do any more for him. As I was stroking him, he moved his mouth and out fell the little bit of spring greens that he had managed to nibble off earlier.
Lavender Leica was the 3rd rabbit but she was in good health, although very fat and very grumpy. Being un-spayed had given her a full-set of hormones and she didn't like to be messed with. They had also bred from her.
Post-spay she calmed down and was bonded with a lovely boy and went 'back to his place'.