We were supposed to take Isis to the vet Wednesday for a bandage change. But shortly after we had it changed last time (and they told us the tape was stuck between her toes and caused a sore) she started chewing at her bandage. I called there vet and told me that they wanted to put her on antibiotics and to come in on Monday instead.
So I just got home. They had to cut the bottom off of the bandage, to let her foot dry. And now she must wear a cone to prevent her from licking it. Apparently she had a reaction to the tape. Warning: it's pretty yucky looking. And now she runs into everything and gets stuck.
It looks much worse in person.
July 4, 2016: We are pretty much back to normal. After the last update we found out shortly after that photo was taken that the bandage was put on too tight. Her foot had swollen to about twice its normal size. We had to take her back to the vet and she had the splint removed, which resulted in another were of crate confinement. After that it was back to taking her out on the leash to use the bathroom and carrying her up and down the stairs for about two months. After that I called the vet because I want sure if she needed another check up to say she was okay. It was getting hard to hold her back after using. The washroom. He said that if she wants to run, let her do it. So she's been running. And rolling and playing. We still haven't thrown the ball to her, as we're a bit weary of it now. But here she is in all her glory.
I've decided to put this in the pet section, because that's what she was. A pet. I initially got her when a weasel killed my pet Mini Rex, Aurora. Rori was one of a kind. Beautiful, funny, sweet. She was the only rabbit I could take in the house and she wouldn't make a mess. She wanted to be up high. Starting on the floor, she would then jump up my leg to be on the couch, then to my should, the back of the couch, and we had to stop her before she got to the cupboard. She was housed with my sister's rabbit Clover (who I bred and raised myself) who was also killed. When we found out that my mother's farrier had a litter of rabbits born in the barn, we had to check them out.
They had 4 babies born and only wanted to keep one. So I convinced my mother to let us bring the other three home. Haze, Cooper and Smokey. Now, Smokey was mean to my other rabbit, Nibbles, who ran around the yard. Nibbles wasn't the brightest, but was very curious. Smokey attacked Nibbles through the fence and ripped his lip. I told Mom that Smokey had to go, but that she could pick one of the babies from the litter Haze was going to have. She picked Cotton. These four rabbits lived next to each other for several years until I moved to my own place. As soon as I had my barn set up, I brought them all with me.
I had Cooper set asleep about 2 years ago (who was Cotton's best friend). Cotton died last year, leaving my Haze all alone. I decided to put Chester next to her for company. They bonded quickly, and even though the shavings bother Chester's eyes, I couldn't bear to take another rabbit away from Haze. He sat by her side these past few days, as I believe he could tell something was wrong. He was still by her side this morning this morning, even though she had already passed away during the night.
Haze had 3 litters for babies for me. The first two she had 8, the third was just four. I promised she would have no more and that she would spend the rest of her days just being my girl. And that she was.
RIP Haze, I'll miss you
April 2006-March 8, 2016