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I'm dictating this because my paws still won't work and it's been a month now. Normally, if I were going to get bettererer, there should be some signs by now although Buncle Jason advised it can take 6 weeks. There's been a lot of talking which I don't bunderstand but it seems I'm going to be given 6 weeks and then.... well I don't bunderstand it all but I've seem mum's eyes go a bit leaky and there have been hushed talks of Buncle J being asked to take me somewhere because mummy wouldn't be able to do it and wouldn't be able to see to drive either.
I so much want to get up and about again. I'm having lots of stimulation - when mum and Buncle J have been working in the garden or painting the brick burrow, I've always been carried along to watch them, plopped on the front lawn and I take it all in. Other 2-foots from the village have been to see me and they looked down at me rather sorrowfully but I looked back in the hope of a nose rub. It's all quite difficult.
Mummy takes me out into the garden every morning where I have a freshly-picked breakfast from the lanes and hedgerows which are looking increasingly bare and the village now has a shortage of dandelions. I have my meds, groom, eye-bathe, bottom clean and a wipe-over then longingly watch my friends and family hopping the garden. Today I also had visitors - my youngest daughter, my little disabled granddaughter (she was trampled in her nest and mum watched to see how she coped - but her future is now uncertain), one of my exes - Cara and then, knowing that all poorly bucks need their mummy when they are ill, my furry birth-mummy, Carmen, also came to visit.
Mum watched me struggle and try to get up to greet each. The will was there and I tried hard, but I can't move any part of my body from my shoulders down apart from raise my tail for a wee. Mum found it a bit upsetting. I had to settle for licking my daughter on her forehead.
I'm eating well though and have a huge appetite. I gobble my way through piles of wet grass, veggies, dandelions, blackberries and leaves, raspberry leaves - all sorts of foraged nibbles and they're all served wet because I can't drink and haven't drunk anything for a month other than 3 licks from a bowl about 2 weeks ago. Today I also had a twig from the raspberry bush with lots of leaves and a few juicy raspberries.
Here are some of my latest piccies:
I am an hoptimistic bunny and am keeping my paws crossed fur a recovery of some sort. I know I won't ever bounce around again but I would like to regain some mobility:
Today's visitors:
My youngest daughter, from Bounty:
My disabled granddaughter, from my daughter Lily:
Sometimes when a buck is ill, we just want our fur-mummy:
I am eating well:
Wally x
I so much want to get up and about again. I'm having lots of stimulation - when mum and Buncle J have been working in the garden or painting the brick burrow, I've always been carried along to watch them, plopped on the front lawn and I take it all in. Other 2-foots from the village have been to see me and they looked down at me rather sorrowfully but I looked back in the hope of a nose rub. It's all quite difficult.
Mummy takes me out into the garden every morning where I have a freshly-picked breakfast from the lanes and hedgerows which are looking increasingly bare and the village now has a shortage of dandelions. I have my meds, groom, eye-bathe, bottom clean and a wipe-over then longingly watch my friends and family hopping the garden. Today I also had visitors - my youngest daughter, my little disabled granddaughter (she was trampled in her nest and mum watched to see how she coped - but her future is now uncertain), one of my exes - Cara and then, knowing that all poorly bucks need their mummy when they are ill, my furry birth-mummy, Carmen, also came to visit.
Mum watched me struggle and try to get up to greet each. The will was there and I tried hard, but I can't move any part of my body from my shoulders down apart from raise my tail for a wee. Mum found it a bit upsetting. I had to settle for licking my daughter on her forehead.
I'm eating well though and have a huge appetite. I gobble my way through piles of wet grass, veggies, dandelions, blackberries and leaves, raspberry leaves - all sorts of foraged nibbles and they're all served wet because I can't drink and haven't drunk anything for a month other than 3 licks from a bowl about 2 weeks ago. Today I also had a twig from the raspberry bush with lots of leaves and a few juicy raspberries.
Here are some of my latest piccies:
I am an hoptimistic bunny and am keeping my paws crossed fur a recovery of some sort. I know I won't ever bounce around again but I would like to regain some mobility:
Today's visitors:
My youngest daughter, from Bounty:
My disabled granddaughter, from my daughter Lily:
Sometimes when a buck is ill, we just want our fur-mummy:
I am eating well:
Wally x