Max is doing better since his neuter. He still is a bit cage aggressive. I hope that will lessen once he learns to trust me.
Monty is doing well. Quite the little character. He will make a good pet for a responsible older child or young adult.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Max
Max is the new bun in the house. What a little character. I think he is making up for all the time he spent locked away in his cage in a basement. I understand he was rescued from a garage with another rabbit that later died for an unknown reason. Max was sent packing to the basement. The only person who even paid any attention to him was his rescuer's father. His rescuer saved him and apparently decided she didn't want to be bothered with him. Anyway some kind people saved him from a that life and now I have him. Not sure if he is going to stay mine or be rehomed through the rescue I volunteer for. He definitely needs to be neutered. Pics to follow.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Tippy Found a Home
Tippy found his furever home. I will be getting another foster over the weekend. I'll miss the little guy. I will see him again.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Pete
Pete gave me a scare the last couple of days. He had stopped pooping and his appetite had decreased and he was lethargic. Not a good thing for a rabbit. It is serious. Tonight he is better. At least he is hopping around and pooping. I really don't need a sick rabbit when I trying to pack and get ready to move. I'll keep an eye on him.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Gone to the bridge, but not forgotten (feeling guilty)
I think of them all often. The rabbits I've had in the past. I had a number of pets of the years guinea pigs, parakeets, hamsters, dogs, cats, etc. It is the rabbits I remember most.
Peter was the first rabbit I had. He was an Easter present from my grandparents. How original. I was a kid. I vaguely remember Peter. It was about 40 years ago. Peter (not sure if Peter was a he or she) was a big black NZ (I guess). I don't think he lived long. Maybe a year or so. The rabbits were outside in hutch that my father built. I know one of the rabbits had a litter. I can't remember what happened to them. I don't think they survived. I believe Peter was killed by a dog or some other predator. Sad. I believe there are pictures of Peter somewhere. My mother probably has them. I didn't get another rabbit until 1982.
Starbuck went to college with me. He was a cute dwarf mix rabbit I bought at a pet store. I wish I had treated him better. I was ignorate of what it took to care for him. He died in 1986 from fly strike. I have a picture of him hanging on the wall.
Two weeks after Buck died I got Opie from a breeder. He was one those really special bunnies. Tears are welling up as I think of my sweet lop boy. Sad he only lived for four years. Probably neutering him would have a good thing. Not sure if it Pasturella or something else that he died from. He died in his carrier on the way to the vet.
I got Clover from the same breeder. This one rabbit I was I had not gotten. I really didn't take good care of her. We didn't bond well together. I was desparate for another rabbit friend. She lived for a few years. Not sure what happened. I suspect it was cancer. She was not spayed. I think the vet gave me some amoxicillin which probably hastened her death.
I waited two year before getting another rabbit. Actually my parents found Toy in May 1993 hopping around in friend's yard. They couldn't leave him there. I almost named him Hammy. He looked like a teddy bear hamster. That's what I thought he was when my mom handed him to me. I almost said 'Gee thanks for the hamster.' I managed to save myself on that one and said rabbit instead. I did tell her I what I almost said. We laugh about it now.
Toy helped me though some transitions in my life. Moving, starting a new job, leaving that job going to another new one, moving again. He lived for almost ten years. He was a beatiful Jersey Wholly. I did have him neutered. Another rabbit I wish I had treated better at times. I surprised and amazed that he lived as long as he did. He was surlly little bunny. He didn't like to be combed. I tried to cut the mats out. I often cut him at times. I felt bad. He suffered at the end. I think he may had GI stasis. I think about that and what I could have done to help him through that. I need to stop before I really start crying here. More later.
Peter was the first rabbit I had. He was an Easter present from my grandparents. How original. I was a kid. I vaguely remember Peter. It was about 40 years ago. Peter (not sure if Peter was a he or she) was a big black NZ (I guess). I don't think he lived long. Maybe a year or so. The rabbits were outside in hutch that my father built. I know one of the rabbits had a litter. I can't remember what happened to them. I don't think they survived. I believe Peter was killed by a dog or some other predator. Sad. I believe there are pictures of Peter somewhere. My mother probably has them. I didn't get another rabbit until 1982.
Starbuck went to college with me. He was a cute dwarf mix rabbit I bought at a pet store. I wish I had treated him better. I was ignorate of what it took to care for him. He died in 1986 from fly strike. I have a picture of him hanging on the wall.
Two weeks after Buck died I got Opie from a breeder. He was one those really special bunnies. Tears are welling up as I think of my sweet lop boy. Sad he only lived for four years. Probably neutering him would have a good thing. Not sure if it Pasturella or something else that he died from. He died in his carrier on the way to the vet.
I got Clover from the same breeder. This one rabbit I was I had not gotten. I really didn't take good care of her. We didn't bond well together. I was desparate for another rabbit friend. She lived for a few years. Not sure what happened. I suspect it was cancer. She was not spayed. I think the vet gave me some amoxicillin which probably hastened her death.
I waited two year before getting another rabbit. Actually my parents found Toy in May 1993 hopping around in friend's yard. They couldn't leave him there. I almost named him Hammy. He looked like a teddy bear hamster. That's what I thought he was when my mom handed him to me. I almost said 'Gee thanks for the hamster.' I managed to save myself on that one and said rabbit instead. I did tell her I what I almost said. We laugh about it now.
Toy helped me though some transitions in my life. Moving, starting a new job, leaving that job going to another new one, moving again. He lived for almost ten years. He was a beatiful Jersey Wholly. I did have him neutered. Another rabbit I wish I had treated better at times. I surprised and amazed that he lived as long as he did. He was surlly little bunny. He didn't like to be combed. I tried to cut the mats out. I often cut him at times. I felt bad. He suffered at the end. I think he may had GI stasis. I think about that and what I could have done to help him through that. I need to stop before I really start crying here. More later.
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