Someone freaked us out a little bit on Monday.
In the morning, she didn’t eat much of her food. Hubs always gives her a treat and a pet before he leaves the house and she didn’t want anything to do with the treat. Girl will rip an arm off for a treat. I had class Monday night so I didn’t get home until pretty late and she still wasn’t feeling well. I asked hubs if had cleaned her litter box when he got home and when he said no, I realized she hadn’t pooped all day.
GI stasis is bad news for a rabbit and can kill them fast so hubs looked up remedies online. Giving rabbits a little bit of fresh pineapple juice was one of those remedies, so I went to the store to get some. Not a big deal usually, but I just worked all day, then went to class for two hours, and then walked 30 minutes to my car uphill in the rain. I’m not exaggerating. Ok, maybe the uphill part. When I got home, I instantly jumped into my PJs only to have to get dressed again. (The worst, amirite?) Now if you could – guess the one fruit she doesn’t like?
So we did the thing she hates the most: held her and rubbed her tummy. Eventually, she pooped a little bit (thank goodness) but it was small and not as dry as it should be. We were going to take her to the vet the next morning if she didn’t unleash a literal shit storm. But when we woke up on Tuesday, she pooped a little and was more interested in eating than before so we put it off. Hubs checked on her at lunch time just to be safe and that little jerk was fine. She even got in a little weight lifting that night.
See the rubber mat under the treadmill in the picture above? I ended up getting rid of it last night because Pants thinks it’s delicious.
That is not from one sitting. That is from a year of nibbles. And they are around the whole perimeter. I tried to cover up the edges with rugs and towels to keep her away, but she’s a tricky one.
Now she’s feeling back to her usual bunny self. Her new thing is to lay some part of her body on this hat mat (that is for eating). I buy her a bed, she humps it. I buy her a hay treat, she lays on it.
I can’t win.