Working and bunnies
These past few weeks, I have been working far far too much, and my poor bunnies are getting annoyed. Joe bit me. I don't blame him.
Willow has been declared healthy by the vet, which is wonderful. She is still a very bad baby, running and leaping and sneaking on to the desk. I trimmed her nails again, and she was very good. She is getting a taste of what it means to be a bunny in my household. They just don't get to play everyday. And they don't get cleaned as often as they should. I am starting to get sad bunny eyes from her. I have to call her new foster home and send her there. It's been so so incredible to see her blossom. I really love her, and I hate to send her someplace I don't know. I want to know where she will be living out her life, so I know she gets the love she deserves. She started out rough. I want to make sure that doesn't happen again. I know Petsave is a great organization, but I want to keep control! And yet, when I get those pathetic eyes from all 10 bunnies, I know that I am not the best home either.
Cookie and Joe and Frank and Dad are in full out molts. Which means there is hair everywhere, and I should be grooming them several times a day. Cookie got brushed.... a few days ago.... Tomorrow I need to spend time with them. Of course, there are 50 million other things I gotta do too. Like laundry, cleaning, meeting with a director, and striking my last show. Oh, and hanging out with Alex, president of Zooh Corner. There needs to be more hours in a day.
Momma bunny's heart stopped when we last tried to do her last abscess surgery. They revived her, but it's not good. So, last Monday we went to the vet's home, and we did a "semi-surgery" on her. Which means we gave her a lot of Valium, and some local, and I had to pin her down as we cut and dug and tortured her for 2 hours. It sucked, more for her than me, but I was still crying. Hard to pin down a bunny you love while she is in pain. We have to do it again tomorrow. I am not at all thrilled. And all this torture may be for not. We are trying to knock the infection down enough to make her strong enough for surgery. But, she may die on the table too. We might never get her strong enough and she will have suffered these weeks.
Ug. Momma's a trooper though. She's trying. Her back looks like a pin cushion. Poor baby.
Caught Pogo today. He squealed. But kissed me later, when I petted him. He really needs to get used to being held. Marilyn likes it...
Well, I have to be back at work now.
Willow has been declared healthy by the vet, which is wonderful. She is still a very bad baby, running and leaping and sneaking on to the desk. I trimmed her nails again, and she was very good. She is getting a taste of what it means to be a bunny in my household. They just don't get to play everyday. And they don't get cleaned as often as they should. I am starting to get sad bunny eyes from her. I have to call her new foster home and send her there. It's been so so incredible to see her blossom. I really love her, and I hate to send her someplace I don't know. I want to know where she will be living out her life, so I know she gets the love she deserves. She started out rough. I want to make sure that doesn't happen again. I know Petsave is a great organization, but I want to keep control! And yet, when I get those pathetic eyes from all 10 bunnies, I know that I am not the best home either.
Cookie and Joe and Frank and Dad are in full out molts. Which means there is hair everywhere, and I should be grooming them several times a day. Cookie got brushed.... a few days ago.... Tomorrow I need to spend time with them. Of course, there are 50 million other things I gotta do too. Like laundry, cleaning, meeting with a director, and striking my last show. Oh, and hanging out with Alex, president of Zooh Corner. There needs to be more hours in a day.
Momma bunny's heart stopped when we last tried to do her last abscess surgery. They revived her, but it's not good. So, last Monday we went to the vet's home, and we did a "semi-surgery" on her. Which means we gave her a lot of Valium, and some local, and I had to pin her down as we cut and dug and tortured her for 2 hours. It sucked, more for her than me, but I was still crying. Hard to pin down a bunny you love while she is in pain. We have to do it again tomorrow. I am not at all thrilled. And all this torture may be for not. We are trying to knock the infection down enough to make her strong enough for surgery. But, she may die on the table too. We might never get her strong enough and she will have suffered these weeks.
Ug. Momma's a trooper though. She's trying. Her back looks like a pin cushion. Poor baby.
Caught Pogo today. He squealed. But kissed me later, when I petted him. He really needs to get used to being held. Marilyn likes it...
Well, I have to be back at work now.
posted by Cricket @ 6:49 PM
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