Sadly we had to take Keelie in to the vet today for her last trip. She’d been having a rough time of things for a little while now. She’d been gradually losing her eyesight for a while and was pretty much blind by this point, which she had actually been coping with very well. This morning she wasn’t showing much interest in food, she was having difficulty holding up her head and we thought that one of her legs had stopped working but it looks like what was actually happening was that her head and upper body were curling to the right. We thought it was possible the vet might have some other options for her, but she didn’t have much quality of life right anymore. She was basically limited to staying in her litter box, when outside of it she could manage to shuffle in a circle for a little bit and then just fell over.
I have no idea how old Keelie was. She (and her cagemate Kylie, who died a few years ago) were rescued from a hoarding situation by the Edmonton Humane Society. Out of something like 200+ bunnies that were found around 125 were healthy enough to go up for adoption, and Keelie and Kylie came home with me. All anyone could tell as far as age was that they were adults at the time. That was 8 years ago, so she at least 9 or 10 years old.
The vet looked her over, noted that her breathing was very odd and her heart lungs sounded unhealthy. She also noted Keelie had an odd kind of sweet but off odor that one normally associates with infection or tissue that’s breaking down. It was clear that Keelie was uncomfortable and in distress. The vet said that we could try metacam and baytril and hope that they did something but it was unlikely they would help much. She also said that left on her own at home she likely wouldn’t make it more than a few days at that point. So we made the decision to give her some help across the bridge.
Although Keelie really didn’t bond much with us, or really like people (or other animals) all that much, she was still a lovely bunny and we’ll miss her.
-Annette
