Thank you so much for all being so nice. I really thought I would be blasted for posting.
Sweep is being spoilt rotten. He is getting the best runs, the best food, the best ladies, an he knows it. He has become a turdy brat, lol, but a soppy turdy brat that I wouldn't change for the world.
I have never seen him happier than he is now. Since being moved down with the other buns he has found a new zest for life.
His body is giving out even though his spirit is fighting doggedly on. He is uncomfortable when he lies in certain positions and often lies like heaviloy pregnant doe (back feet under his belly), other times he stretches right out like he nas nothing wrong. He is a bag of bones and his lump. His lump is very prominent (the vet thinks at least part is cystic) so it is hard to tell exactly how much weight he has lost because obviously the lump is bigger.
He is on daily metacam and also tri-daily fibreplex to help his gut. His poo is long and thin, more like guinea pig poo, so we have given him a bit of enforced diarrhoea to help stuff shift past the lump.
He went down hill so quickly the first two or three weeks and then when we started pumping him full or anything and everything yummy it stopped his weight loss a bit. He is also on a food mix with the peas, corn, etc in and he eats mounds of that, and that, again, has helped him stop losing weight so rapidly.
That all sounds like he is having a nightmare, and physically he is but you wouldn't believe it to look at him running around. He runs around chasing ladies, jumping here, there, making HUGE holes in our law, DBF-ing everywhere. Only the other day I caught on tape the 'dance of the old, intact bunny' which was hilarious and when it comes to his RB thread it will be shared there.
Yesterday he 'helped' me tidy his run. As I swept it up into a pile, I turned around to get the dustpan and turned back to find my lovely pile being dug all over the run. He was very plainly saying 'mum, I had it how I liked it', and then every time I brushed it up, in a pile or in the dustpan, he spread it out. He's helpful like that.
It's a good job my dad has a soft spot for Sweep because Sweep has always been a digger and has been putting some immense craters in our grass. The funniest part is that he starts them off and then others jump on the bandwagon when they get the chance and make them even bigger. He is teaching them bad habits.
I have taken roughly 300 photos in the past six weeks (yes, six weeks since he was diagnosed as having four left to live) and 90 mintues worth of filming of him pottering around. He may be ill, yet he is so happy, so full of life, he's ok being here.
It's not been all fun and games, we have had a couple of days where I have nearly poddled him off to the vets for the last time, but I have since discovered those are the days he begs mum for more food and so she gives in (ever since mum thought she found him dead she has been spoiling him rotten). Then when I give him food and he looks so unenthusiatic, I think 'this is it', get upset and get ready, but really he is just full.
I started blogging his last moments, but I stopped because they were not his last moments. Blogging made me focus too much on the bad and not see the good of what he was doing and how he was.
I know some of the things we are doing are not ideal for rabbits but you have to understand that he is on very borrowed time, so we are extending the time for as long as Sweep tells us it is ok to, and yes, if that means doing slightly off the wall things, then that's ok by me and my rabbit savvy vet whom has been ace. So please do not bash me for feeding a mix or inducing sloppy poo, I can'ty handle that on top of all this. I am just doing all I have to do to try and keep his body going as long as his mind wants to, and I'm trusting in him that when he is ready he will tell me.
I also just want to say a massive thank you to Polly. She has been incredible through all this. And also to Marietta who has constantly cared enough to ask how he was doing and keep me boosted. As most people know, having a terminally ill animal is a very dark, lonelyplace to be, so you two have helped me so very much. Thank you both *squidges*
PS, Peg, I'm so glad New Hope is doing well, that's great news. Long may it continue.
For having that lump he really is doing so well. 
