xemmanoelx3
New Member
Hi there,
I'm new to this forum, and incredibly frantic. I've had Stanley, my male dwarf rabbit, for 7 years. I rescued him, and we're very close. I brought him home for the holidays (he stays with me in my apartment) and never imagined anything this horrible could happen.
He was staying in a large cage in my home bedroom, and my parents had just adopted a dog. I'm not accustomed to shutting my door behind me, so I left my room for a minute to go to the bathroom, which is right across the hallway. I had pretty much forgotten the dog (a lab/Shepard rescue) existed until I heard the rattling of the cage, and dashed out of the bathroom only to hear Stanley screaming. I leaped on the dog, and Stanley ran under my bed, appearing to be fine. My parents called the adoption agency to take the dog back, and Stanley and I were both in horrible shock. I held my hand out to him, and as always, he came to me and I wrapped him in a few warm towels to calm him down.
However, a few minutes later he wanted out of the towels so I set him down. That's when he started to limp, severely. I took him to the closest animal hospital, suspecting he had either acquired a broken leg or spinal injury from trying to defend himself by kicking. The vet didn't feel any broken bones, but I requested an x-ray and pain medication. An hour later, the vet called to say he had a pelvic fracture and would require surgery that cost several thousand dollars. After my pleading (I'm a college student, I can't afford this surgery and both of my parent's are unemployed) the vet called Michigan State University to see if any of their veterinary residents would take on his surgery for under a thousand. We won't hear back until monday.
In the mean time, I took him home and took the top off his cage and put him in the living room so I can keep a close eye on him. He can't move around at all, and he's heavily medicated. He's eating hay, but not drinking water. I have to syringe it to him, and he's not drinking much. He's been pooping normally, but I'm worried about him urinating. He hasn't yet, but I know he can't move and will get urine burn.
I am so beside myself with guilt, this is all my fault. Stanley has been my best friend for years, and it isn't his time to go. Has anybody been through this before? Anything would help. I feel so stupid and useless. I can't stop crying.
I'm new to this forum, and incredibly frantic. I've had Stanley, my male dwarf rabbit, for 7 years. I rescued him, and we're very close. I brought him home for the holidays (he stays with me in my apartment) and never imagined anything this horrible could happen.
He was staying in a large cage in my home bedroom, and my parents had just adopted a dog. I'm not accustomed to shutting my door behind me, so I left my room for a minute to go to the bathroom, which is right across the hallway. I had pretty much forgotten the dog (a lab/Shepard rescue) existed until I heard the rattling of the cage, and dashed out of the bathroom only to hear Stanley screaming. I leaped on the dog, and Stanley ran under my bed, appearing to be fine. My parents called the adoption agency to take the dog back, and Stanley and I were both in horrible shock. I held my hand out to him, and as always, he came to me and I wrapped him in a few warm towels to calm him down.
However, a few minutes later he wanted out of the towels so I set him down. That's when he started to limp, severely. I took him to the closest animal hospital, suspecting he had either acquired a broken leg or spinal injury from trying to defend himself by kicking. The vet didn't feel any broken bones, but I requested an x-ray and pain medication. An hour later, the vet called to say he had a pelvic fracture and would require surgery that cost several thousand dollars. After my pleading (I'm a college student, I can't afford this surgery and both of my parent's are unemployed) the vet called Michigan State University to see if any of their veterinary residents would take on his surgery for under a thousand. We won't hear back until monday.
In the mean time, I took him home and took the top off his cage and put him in the living room so I can keep a close eye on him. He can't move around at all, and he's heavily medicated. He's eating hay, but not drinking water. I have to syringe it to him, and he's not drinking much. He's been pooping normally, but I'm worried about him urinating. He hasn't yet, but I know he can't move and will get urine burn.
I am so beside myself with guilt, this is all my fault. Stanley has been my best friend for years, and it isn't his time to go. Has anybody been through this before? Anything would help. I feel so stupid and useless. I can't stop crying.