So, there is nothing like a change to bring about an update.
So here we go.
Candyfloss and Dusk are now fully bonded, and have been for a month, which is great. I'm really hoping she doesn't divorce him because they really seem to love each other.
We have also renovated our big run/enclosure, and this pair have moved in there. My dad did an awesome job of putting paving slabs down and all sorts, and it really suits them. They are very happy there which is ace.
Angel has his first round of spurs, and is due his dental on Wednesday. Unfortunately, Angel was my main hope for further Flash and Sky-lets, but now, because of these issues, I can't breed from him, and that means that he needs to be neutered, however much it breaks my heart to do this. He will be neutered on Wednesday too, provided he is in ok condition and not suffering spurs backlash.
Related to this, Lightning also needs to be neutered, which means I do have to say good-bye to Flash. He won't be being neutered yet though because of finances and no particular need.
Guess they will have to find some friends once fixed-we shall see.
The Dopeys and Cloud are poddling on as the Dopeys and Cloud do.
Tilly and Roger are also doing brilliantly. They have come together a lot since Summer died. Tilly has jumped out of her shell. My mum has been doing these ones a lot and seems incredibly fond of Tilly and her quirky nature.
With the bonding and the moving of Candyfloss and Dusk, we have found ourselves with an empty hutch/run combo outside. So I moved The Swarming out. They previously lived in my room, but by moving them out I have been able to give most of the buns a lot more space.
They found adjusting quite hard, but they are doing well and the space seems to help them a lot.
Which means that I am left in my room with Sky, Star, Badger and Sandy. Ideally Sandy could go outside because she copes fine wherever she is, but she will only go out if she is going out to a friend, which is the most unrealistic idea ever. Sandy doesn't do friends. The other three will stay in my room until they die.
Last weekend we had a massive overhaul of the NIC cage in my room and have given a lot more space to two cages, and I aim to rotate the buns around, to a certain extent. They all seem very happy though, which is the important thing.
And what is the change?
Well, today I found myself an accidental new foster. His name is Autumn and he is a cutie. He is very young, maybe 5-7 weeks, and is here because the RSPCA are struggling to give him the care, diet and environment he needs, so I can do my best for him. He has wonderful aeroplane ears and is very perky, but understandably nervous.
He was found on the side of the road, in a box, with another rabbit who was dead. He's had a traumatic time and I'm hoping to make it ok.
He is DEFINITELY not staying because I have men coming out of my ears, but he will stay for the short term. We will hopefully get him to a neuter and then he will go back to the centre to be bonded with a girlie.
If the gender fairy strikes then I'd love to keep him and bond him with Angel after his neuter, but I'm sure that won't happen.
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We are coming up to a time in my buns lives that I didn't want, and that is soon they will all be 'middle aged', which I hate. I can't bear to think that Sky is going to be 4 soon. With losing the fertility aspect, and with losing the potential for always having Flash with me, I just hope they all live long lives.
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So, just thought I would also give a quick update on me. I'm still at the RSPCA, getting a bit more involved now because the previous rabbit knowledgable staff have left, which has meant the new girl has been thrown in at the deep end, so I'm trying to work with her and help her.
I have finished all my therapy and its not worked, so to speak, so what this means for me is that the professionals have no more ideas or options for me. So that means no hope for actually ever getting better. I will be like this, which is pretty unfortunate because I hate being like this.
Physically I'm not too good either. I have undiagnosed bowel problems and I can't allow them to investigate them (because I'm phobic of being sick), and that has meant my blood levels are at 6.2, making me severely anaemic (it should be a minimum of 11.5, under 7 they transfuse, under 5 it can kill you). So I'm struggling against those symptoms, unfortunately too.
I also desperately miss my Little Bud, and am very sad that we lost him and I was responsible. I miss him like crazy.