- May 27, 2017
More than anything, this post is just to rant about the ordeals of keeping pet rabbits. Maybe other people have similar stories of their own overreacting little fluffballs (or any pets really cuz I'm curious), maybe it's just me. Regardless, I'm running on less than an hour of sleep and need to vent. So everything starts at around maybe 2am this morning. I'm a night owl and so are my rabbits. On any given night, one particular rabbit of my 3 (her name is Midnight) will be out and about running all around her pen or lounging in one of two spots. This morning, however, Midnight night was not in one of her usual spots and was not nearly as active as she usually is for the time of day. She was sitting like a potato in her litter bin. Now this is a rabbit who normally sprawls out in the most ridiculous of poses and would usually never sit looking so dignified, so this was something to take note of, as it was unusual. Upon staying in the same spot for at least an hour (another unusual behavior, as she's usually impossible to keep still), I went to check on her. This normally very friendly and extremely demanding of attention rabbit actually got up and left to go hide in her hiding box, making it clear she didn't want to be bothered. I opted to keep an eye on her and not fret just yet to see if she maybe she was just in a mood or something. At 3 in the morning, I'm not looking to go to the emergency vet almost an hour away over possibly nothing (I've already been through that with one of my other rabbits). So I leave her for about another hour until it's time for my boyfriend to leave. All this time, she has not eaten, drank, or pooped which rabbits do very frequently, so this is a big deal. And on top of that, she starts shifting around uncomfortably, getting up and laying back down, and doing what she can to press her belly onto the floor. Ugh, this means she has gas. To a human, gas doesn't sound like a big deal, but to rabbits, gas can be EXTREMELY painful. Enough to make them stop eating, which makes the gas worse, and if they don't eat soon, their entire intestinal track can shut down and they can die in less than 24 hours from when they stopped eating. So even if it's not actually a big deal and it's just early onset gas that will resolve on it's own, you have to freak out and treat it like it's a major deal. Considering she just seemed uncomfortable and not in pain just yet, the best treatment before deciding to go to the vet or not is usually belly massages and infant gas medicine. And of course I didn't have the gas meds, so she had to make due with long sessions of belly massages until I could leave my house to get the meds. She still seemed unhappy, but the massages definitely seemed to be comforting her. She would press her body into my hands further as I'd be rubbing her belly. Eventually she decided she had enough and wanted to go hang out alone again, so I left her and waited for my brother to leave for work so my car wouldn't be blocked in and I could get the gas medicine and a few other things to help her in any way I could think of. I didn't mean to fall asleep as I waited, but I ended up taking an hour nap or so. I was simply exhausted. When I woke up, my brother was gone, so I was able to leave for Walmart. So with an only half functioning sleep brain and nausea from both anxiety and lack of sleep, I made the trek to the store and amazingly remembered everything I needed to get: gas meds, baby food in case she wouldn't eat, and a whole pineapple to make fresh pineapple juice as it can help them in these situations. After I get everything, and I get back home, I set the pineapple on the kitchen counter and go upstairs to check on Midnight BEFORE cutting up and hand mashing a pineapple, just to see if she's acting any better so I don't cut open the pineapple unnecessarily. She still seemed a little off, so I went back downstairs to proceed with the pineapple plan. I go through the whole process, cutting the pineapple into chunks, then crushing it with a fork to get the juice. I finally have everything ready, and then I head back up to help my girl. And what do I see when I get upstairs? A perfectly normal acting Midnight who seems like nothing was ever even wrong. I opened the door, and she's sitting in the middle of the room, staring at me. Upon closing my door, she makes a beeline for her hide box, which is very typical of her and involved more energy than she's shown in hours. Once she realized it was me, she comes running back out and is sniffing me, nose booping me, and circling me like the normal nosy bunny she is. She had pooped sometime while I was out and she was eating like normal. So this punk acts sick all night, has me worried to no end, and then waits for me to go out to buy a ton of stuff for her and have to prepare everything, THEN proves she's perfectly fine and acts like I'M the overreacting one. She's not crazy about fruits or treats, so she refuses to eat the pineapple that I prepared exclusively for her, but I'm making her take the gas medicine even though she seems okay because there's no real consequences to giving her the meds as a precaution. Over 12 hours have passed since she started acting weird, and she's been perfectly fine since I got home from the store. But this melodramatic little creature has me worried she's practically dying all night because she's acting so far from normal and so uncomfortable, when clearly it was not that bad because all it took was a belly massage and for her to poop to be just fine. Anyone else have stories of their beloved hypochondriacs or are my creatures the only ones that like giving their owner a near heart attack seemingly just for the hell of it?