On the second/third she passed away.
At nine she was fine. Showed no signs of issue. She was excited for dinner, played, cuddled, then went into her cage for bed time. She was filling her litterboxes just like normal. her eyes were bright, she was warm and responcive and enjoying shaking her toy with the bell inside of a smaller ball inside of it. No she did not get the bell out. I checked.
At ten my new dog Ziggy (her best friend) was upset and whining at her cage and kept trying to drag me over. I went over to look and she was sprawled in her cage corner barely responding. I took her out and tried to see if she would eat or drink anything, but she was hardly breathing and i could barely find a heartbeat. She seemed to get a little bit better at around 1 am. A little bit more responsive. Allot of drooling, but not as much spazzing.
I had called the vet and was told to meet her at the clinic. We waited there for fifteen minnuets, then went across the road to wait at the gas station for an hour while Ror was spazzing. She never came. Went back home and started calling around. Only place that was open was two hours away by car. My mom was at work, i don’t own a car.
At six am she passed on. Ziggy is still going around the house whining so loud you can hear her outside. I feel horrible, and i have no idea what happened. She was her normal self and within a hour she was half dead. She couldn’t get anything from her cage, and i have my bedroom and the livingroom 100% bunny proofed. I even have clear wall protectors so she cant nibble on them. There aren’t even nibbles on them because she hates chewing on plastic. She dosen’t get toxic foods. The only thing she has chewed on is my shelf; but i made that myself. All of the furnature she could reach i made so i knew it was safe. 100% untreated pine. the bed even has the wall protectors boxing it in with latches so she couldn’t get under it but i could store my non-rabbit-friendly things under it. She got veggies and greens every day. She came out all the time. She was eating and drinking and had as much hay as she wanted.
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