Roger was adopted last Sunday at an adoption event by a couple that drove up from Fayetteville just to meet him. They were first-time rabbit owners, but listened attentively while I told them everything they could ever possibly need to know. They went shopping before they left with him and I'm optimistic that he is living the good life right now.
Last Wednesday morning, I was moving a dog into a new kennel and he somehow jumped in such a way that my right hand, holding the lead, was bent backward over the doorway of the kennel. By the afternoon, it was so swollen and stiff I could hardly move it. I ended up going to Urgent Care where I was told I had hyper-extended the joint and was given a prescription for super Ibuprofen and an ice pack. My husband had a time getting my prescription and had to drive me to work for a few days. I had light duty for almost a week. This Sunday the swelling was finally gone and I could use my hand. I got cleared by the doctor Tuesday.
Wednesday evening I brought home two rabbits. They're a couple of 9 month old bonded siblings, both supposedly spayed and neutered. I brought them home because the owner said she might come back for them in a few days. They were kept in a wire bottom cage barely big enough for one rabbit, much less two, and probably never let out. The bottom was fully saturated with urine and feces and hadn't been changed in at least a few days. The smell was awful and the cage wires were sticky with urine. Their nails are the most overgrown I've ever seen on rabbits. No way in hell I was letting that woman take them back.
I also brought them home to ensure that they got adopted together. I don't think we've ever gotten a pair of bonded, spayed/neutered rabbits at the shelter. They are social animals and, like rats, do much better in pairs. The adoption fee is only $20 each, and the surgery alone would have cost hundreds of dollars apiece. These are expensive rabbits.
That same night, Honey came to bed with me, as usual. My foot made a fart-like sound under the covers, and she totally freaked out and left the room and went downstairs. She could be coaxed back up and onto the bed, but one more squeak and she was off again. My husband had to sweet talk her back and she slept on his side of the bed instead of the middle.
Last night she had the same problem. I ended up holding her all night so that she wouldn't get up and go downstairs. Hopefully this is something that she'll get over; I hate sleeping with the door closed.
Last night is also the night that Sky, the male rabbit, broke his spine. I suspect he and his sister were playing too hard in their new cage, he kicked the wrong way and broke his spine. I'll explain that in the next post. It's not fun but it's also hopefully not life-threatening. His bottom half is paralyzed, but we're doing what we can for him as long as he's up for it. He gives up, we give up, too. Right now, we're all still in the fight.
UPDATE: Sky was eventually rehomed with a family in SC who took great care of him. He only lived for a few more months, but they were probably some of the best months.
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