andreabaylon
Well-Known Member
So I am so glad to have this thread!!!! I have been living with horrible guilt for the past three weeks since having to put down my lionhead rabbit. I feel as though I murdered someone. Let me tell you my story...
I've never owned rabbits before and didn't know much about their care. We frequent a local pet store on a weekly basis to buy mice for our snakes and we always walk out of there with tears wishing we could adopt their latest new item. Well one day my honey came home with a beautiful grey haired lionhead we named Butch. We bought her all she needed-cage, pellets, hay, cage liner, a couple different types of chew toys. We set her up in our home and thought all was well. We didn't know how much rabbits ate on a daily basis, so we thought all was well. We did notice she didn't care for her chew toys so we tried buying several different types of chews and treats over the next couple of months. Because she had such long fluffy hair, we didn't notice her losing weight. On Valentine's Day my honey came home with Nibbler, a dwarf rabbit. I was brushing and trimming Butch when he came home and he set her on my lap. To my shock both animals weighed the same, yet Butch was more than three times her size. I finished up trimming her hair and for the first time I trimmed her face/mouth area. I noticed something between her teeth. Upon closer inspection, I saw she had a long thick piece of fur matted around her teeth and was digging into her gums. I managed to cut it out, and I looked into her mouth for the first time and her teeth just didn't look right; I didn't know what "right" looked like but I knew this wasn't it. So we took her back to the pet store and when they saw her teeth they were shocked; the guy said he'd never seen teeth that bad. They were over an inch long; she couldn't open her mouth to get food in, let alone close it to chew and swallow. They trimmed her teeth for me but said they could only cut them some, to cut more might put her in shock and she was in too weak a condition. They said to bring her back in a few weeks and they would trim more. So we took her home and it did seem like she was eating more, because I feel like I was filling her bowl more often. To supplement her, by boyfriend and I began feeding her this high calorie nutrient gel. Twice a day we'd wrap her up in a little burrito with a towel end he'd hold her against his chest and stroked her ears and talked to her while I fed her this goo with a medicine dropper. It felt like she was putting on weight but I just couldn't say for sure. One day I picked her up and felt that she had a big wad of moist poop matted into her butt so I trimmed it off but she still had poop so I decided to give her a little dunk in the sink. When her fur got wet and clung to her skin I saw just how thin she was. She was beyond emaciated. I broke down in tears and called for my boyfriend to please get ready to take us to the humane society. As I held her in the water waiting for him to come and see what had happened, the water started turning brownish. I emptied the sink and ran a fresh warm bowl. As soon as I set her bottom back down, the water once again turned brown then red. It was like she was bleeding from her anus. We dried her up as much as we could then wrapped her in a dry towel and drove to the pasadena humane society, about a ten minute drive. The whole way there I held her close to me, stroked her hair, whispered to her that everything was going to be ok. I am not a religious person at all yet I found myself praying for God's forgiveness for allowing this to happen to one of his creations. I explained everything to the nice people at the humane society. They placed her in a cage and took her back to see the doctor. They told me to call back to find out what happened to her. I phoned as soon as I got home, and the news is what we expected. She was too far gone to save, they had to put her down.
I feel so horrible, so awful, for allowing that poor animal to die like that. It is no one's fault but my own, and that is a burden that I must bear. This experience has inspired me though. I've decided to go back to school to be a vet technichian. I want to work with animals, and i want to know how to do it properly. I never want this to happen to me again.
I've never owned rabbits before and didn't know much about their care. We frequent a local pet store on a weekly basis to buy mice for our snakes and we always walk out of there with tears wishing we could adopt their latest new item. Well one day my honey came home with a beautiful grey haired lionhead we named Butch. We bought her all she needed-cage, pellets, hay, cage liner, a couple different types of chew toys. We set her up in our home and thought all was well. We didn't know how much rabbits ate on a daily basis, so we thought all was well. We did notice she didn't care for her chew toys so we tried buying several different types of chews and treats over the next couple of months. Because she had such long fluffy hair, we didn't notice her losing weight. On Valentine's Day my honey came home with Nibbler, a dwarf rabbit. I was brushing and trimming Butch when he came home and he set her on my lap. To my shock both animals weighed the same, yet Butch was more than three times her size. I finished up trimming her hair and for the first time I trimmed her face/mouth area. I noticed something between her teeth. Upon closer inspection, I saw she had a long thick piece of fur matted around her teeth and was digging into her gums. I managed to cut it out, and I looked into her mouth for the first time and her teeth just didn't look right; I didn't know what "right" looked like but I knew this wasn't it. So we took her back to the pet store and when they saw her teeth they were shocked; the guy said he'd never seen teeth that bad. They were over an inch long; she couldn't open her mouth to get food in, let alone close it to chew and swallow. They trimmed her teeth for me but said they could only cut them some, to cut more might put her in shock and she was in too weak a condition. They said to bring her back in a few weeks and they would trim more. So we took her home and it did seem like she was eating more, because I feel like I was filling her bowl more often. To supplement her, by boyfriend and I began feeding her this high calorie nutrient gel. Twice a day we'd wrap her up in a little burrito with a towel end he'd hold her against his chest and stroked her ears and talked to her while I fed her this goo with a medicine dropper. It felt like she was putting on weight but I just couldn't say for sure. One day I picked her up and felt that she had a big wad of moist poop matted into her butt so I trimmed it off but she still had poop so I decided to give her a little dunk in the sink. When her fur got wet and clung to her skin I saw just how thin she was. She was beyond emaciated. I broke down in tears and called for my boyfriend to please get ready to take us to the humane society. As I held her in the water waiting for him to come and see what had happened, the water started turning brownish. I emptied the sink and ran a fresh warm bowl. As soon as I set her bottom back down, the water once again turned brown then red. It was like she was bleeding from her anus. We dried her up as much as we could then wrapped her in a dry towel and drove to the pasadena humane society, about a ten minute drive. The whole way there I held her close to me, stroked her hair, whispered to her that everything was going to be ok. I am not a religious person at all yet I found myself praying for God's forgiveness for allowing this to happen to one of his creations. I explained everything to the nice people at the humane society. They placed her in a cage and took her back to see the doctor. They told me to call back to find out what happened to her. I phoned as soon as I got home, and the news is what we expected. She was too far gone to save, they had to put her down.
I feel so horrible, so awful, for allowing that poor animal to die like that. It is no one's fault but my own, and that is a burden that I must bear. This experience has inspired me though. I've decided to go back to school to be a vet technichian. I want to work with animals, and i want to know how to do it properly. I never want this to happen to me again.