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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
More Bunny…
She seems to be getting more and more vision back all the time. Phew! The eye doctor confirmed that her eyes are physically fine and that she did have some vision at times when we were in his office yesterday. It was a very good visit. He donated his time, his staff was amazing with Bunny, and we discovered that, for the most part, she’s doing very very well. Unfortunately, we still don’t know what happened to her.
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You just don’t know how happy this news makes me!!!
Helly on 02/26 at 10:56 AM -
Even if it’s only 1% of how happy it’s made us, I know exactly how happy! It’s such a relief, although it’s a little scary not knowing if it could just suddenly happen again. But right now, I think her vision is at least close to normal again. It was a scary few days, but it’s been so nice to have our sweet & playful Bunnykins back. She doesn’t cry anymore and she’s just one of the gang again. She can even be fed with the other cats again, so she doesn’t miss out on the bonding time that she usually gets with her brother after dinner - they generally nap together, and when she couldn’t see, she had to be fed in the master bedroom with me and the little dogs. Carlo seemed to be afraid of her and they’ve always been close, and it was so sad. We finally figured out that it might have been mostly because she smelled like the vet’s office (Carlo was butchered when we tried to save money and take him to the cheaper vet’s office to be neutered - we learned that lesson quickly), and he’s not too fond of being at the vet. It seemed to be remedied by Leigh-Ann wetting her hands with a little bit of Feliway and rubbing them on Bunny. It definitely stopped Bing from picking on her, so we assume it was because she smelled like either the vet’s office or a stranger.
By the way, it means a lot to us that you’ve worried and cheered for Bunny with us. Our eye vet would definitely approve of you. We had an interesting talk about animal lovers versus non-animal lovers. He talked about being married to someone who wasn’t an animal lover. Could you imagine marrying a vet if you didn’t like animals? I guess you could think of him as a stock broker or something, but we don’t know a single vet who doesn’t take their work home with them. All of the vets that we know have disabled animals at home - pets that need special care or that someone gave up because they couldn’t afford the expenses of caring for a special needs animal. Plus, since he talked about reading Dr. Doolittle and always wanting to be able to talk to the animals, I imagine that even before he finished school, he had a bunch of pets. He doesn’t think that a relationship between an animal lover/non-animal lover could ever really work because he thinks that it makes people very different. I guess it’s the empathy factor.
Whoops, got carried away. I should be at your blog, catching up. I fell far behind in the past few weeks - first, because we already felt crappy before the Bunny incident…and then the Bunny experience wiped us out. So, if anything good, bad, funny happened, I’ll shortly be over to catch up. You need a Facebook account because one line status updates are surprisingly good ways to stay caught up with people’s lives. It’s been really nice getting caught up with far flung family & friends. Suddenly, I know when people across the nation have colds, are pissed off, are happy, are mad at their kids, etc.
Flippy on 02/27 at 05:21 AM -
I’m so glad to hear that Bunny continues to improve. As to what caused it, sometimes we just aren’t meant to know. We’ll just have to be satisfied with being grateful that it seems to all be working out.
Kate on 02/27 at 05:51 PM -
Flippy, I could not imagine being married to someone who didn’t love animals. We’ve talked about this - Alan remarks sometimes that he’s so glad I had pets, because he didn’t realize how terribly he missed having them. I usually reply along the lines of how glad I am that he loves them as much as I do - and he does, he probably spoils them more than I do, in fact. You have never seen a boy who loves his doggehs and kittehs more than Alan loves ours.
I could not imagine being with someone who merely tolerated them as being a quirk of mine, much less disliked pets or thought they were dirty/noisy/a nuisance, whatever other objection wrong-headed people might have.
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this (sorry if I have already) but Sprocket is very protective of his mommy. Part of this is my fault for not socializing him more as a pup, part of that is just him being a big bad man dog - he likes the people that he likes, he dislikes others and he barks/snaps at people who try to touch/hug me if he doesn’t approve of them. So the 1st date I had with Alan, after dinner and a movie, he came into the living room for a while to visit and Sprocket was barking and slamming himself into the laundry room door. Alan asked why I didn’t just let him out, so I explained that he was protective and ALL MALE. Alan was willing to risk it, so I released The Sprock, who promptly quit barking, ran over to Alan for pets and cuddles, went belly-up for scritching and otherwise debased himself. No barking, no snapping, no aggression whatsoever.
I thought to myself, “This is a sign. This Alan dude is either THE guy for me or a serial killer. Hmmm…I wonder which.”
Sprocket likes a lot of people, but in varying degrees of affection; though he’s never acted with anyone the way he acted with Alan. I am thrilled every day that Alan loves the boyZ as much as I do. You can’t imagine the surge of warmth through my withered heart as I see Alan typing one-handed with the wrong hand, while he balances a tiny Chihuahua on his chest, because he needs to work but doesn’t want to disturb someone’s nap. The adorable - it overwhelms me.
Helly on 02/27 at 10:56 PM -
Bunny is very beautiful and darling in her photos—and it’s obviously that you care deeply for her. I hope she continues to recover from this setback and has the best life possible.
Tina on 03/02 at 02:30 PM -
Yes!! So happy to hear good news! And so pleased you had donated vet care. You all deserve it. Please dispense hugs and tummy rubs, as appropriate.
Laurie on 03/03 at 07:05 PM -
Helly, I love picturing Alan balancing Mister Fusspot, while typing with one hand. I’m sure glad Alan passed the Sprocket test, because I quite like the guy. I, too, had to pass a pooch test when I met my last gf. She’d just recently gotten her Lhasa Apso from the shelter and I was told that he was going to be the deciding factor. I luckily passed the Max test. He was a great little dog, and it was sad to lose him last year.
Thank you, everyone, for good wishes for Bunny. She’s still doing well, and like the last time she got sick, she’s bonded just a smidgen more to us. I told her last night that we could bond more without her getting sick, and that we could do it the normal way, over time, like everyone else does.
Laurie - yes, the free vet care was such a relief. The specialist is quite pricey, and rightfully so. He’s a very good vet, he definitely knows his eyeballs, and he’s willing to spend as much time with you as it takes to explain everything, in detail, that you ever wanted to know about eyes. He’s also a great guy, at least in the office. I think we’ve gotten to see a side of him that his regular patients don’t often see. He has a soft spot for rescues. He operated (to remove a very damaged eye) on one of our fosters just after the foster went to a great new home. We luckily found someone who could afford to pay for excellent care for him, plus she was willing to take his brother, too. They’d been through a lot together and we didn’t want them to have deal with losing each other after having lost their family. The family’s daughter ended up being so allergic to the cats that she was hospitalized a couple of times and her doctor insisted that they had to get rid of the cats - they tried really hard to find them a good home, but they couldn’t hang onto them any longer while they kept searching…and it took us another six months to find a home for them.
Ugh, the Excedrin that I took for my headache just won’t let me shut up. Ramble, ramble, ramble.
Flippy on 03/06 at 12:41 PM
