Marisol and a little sprig of mint. |
Whenever my rabbits hear the jostle of the container of oats, they perk up and run towards the noise, eager for this special snack. So when on Friday night, only Panchito came running, I was worried. When I held oats by Marisol's mouth, and she turned her face away, I knew something was not right.
As a volunteer with Rabbit Advocates and rabbit nerd, I have read a lot about rabbit illnesses. One of the most common is Gastrointestinal Stasis (GI Stasis), in which a rabbit's digestive system slows down. A House Rabbit Society article refers to it as the "silent killer," which is really the last subheading you want to see when you're faced with a potential case of GI Stasis in your own beloved pet.
Marisol kept readjusting, trying to find a comfortable position to decrease her pain. You'll notice a single cranberry near her; it took me about two hours to persuade her to eat it. |
I stayed up late with Marisol and coaxed her to accept a fresh cranberry, a treat she loves. I hoped that her lack of appetite was some weird fluke, and that in the morning everything would be back to normal. After all, before I left the house for work on Friday morning, I had spent time with Marisol and noticed she was eating and being her usual playful self.
Sadly, the next morning, Marisol showed no interest in her breakfast of Oxbow pellets. She stayed huddled in a corner of the living room. And something about the way she was hunched struck me as off. She looked like she was in pain.
Rabbits are prey animals, so they do not show their pain like us predator animals do. Wild rabbits are fully aware that any noise or indication of pain can result in a predator finding them. I understand that, but it is also heartbreaking to watch your poor little house rabbit huddled in the corner, aching and filled with instinctual fear.
Needing a second opinion, I called a friend from Rabbit Advocates. Our conversation lasted less than two minutes. Once I told her Marisol hadn't eaten, she said, "take her to the vet." I think I knew that deep down, I just needed to be reminded I wasn't crazy. If a human goes a day without eating, or a dog skips a meal, it's cause for concern, but not a reason to rush to the hospital. Rabbits are different.
Within an hour, Marisol was in her carrier, accompanied by her "husbun," Panchito. It is very important avoid separating a bonded pair of rabbits, as they will calm each other during a stressful time. That comfort is even more important when you're going to the vet, which ranks high on the list of "stressful activities" for practically every pet.
Panchito (left) and Marisol (right) in the carrier on the way to the vet. Panchito looks a little more terrified of the car ride than Marisol. |
"She looks very healthy," the vet told us as she inspected Marisol. Clean and healthy ears, teeth, paws. The right temperature. The right weight (3 pounds, 4 ounces). A strong and healthy heartbeat. The vet encouraged us to keep a close eye on Marisol and take her to a more rabbit-savvy vet the next day if conditions didn't improve. The vet also suggested offering Marisol some pineapple or papaya, which apparently have enzymes that can be helpful. (Addition: When I spoke with Marisol's normal vet during the week, she said she discourages pineapple and papaya because the high sugar content can exacerbate stasis).
I had hoped for more answers, and I had a lot of questions bouncing around in my head. Why is she sick? When will she get better? What did I do wrong? What will I do if I lose my Marisol?
Holding Marisol at the vet's office, and reminding her how loved she is. |
A day went by, and the pineapple and papaya went untouched by Marisol. She nibbled on a blade of hay, but then retreated to the space beneath one of our couches (a place she and Panchito like to sleep). Jared and I put water and pellets under the couch, just to make it all a little more easily accessible for her, but it appeared that only Panchito took advantage of the room service.
This is where I want to say how important it is to have a pair of rabbits. All through Marisol's sickness, Panchito has been by her side. He grooms her and cuddles with her, only leaving to take short bathroom breaks and grab a mouthful of hay.
"He isn't leaving underneath the couch out of solidarity with her," Jared remarked. Rabbit bonds are incredibly strong. This makes sense to me, and it is beautiful.
On Sunday afternoon (and Easter, of all days!), we packed the rabbits in their carrier and set off for an emergency clinic. Jared called ahead and found out when the rabbit specialist would be on duty. It is vital that rabbits are seen by a vet who understands them, and thankfully, living in Portland, we have several rabbit savvy vets nearby.
Second trip to the vet in two days. Again, Panchito (left) looking more terrified than Marisol (right). |
On the way to the vet, I noticed that Marisol was grinding her teeth--a sound I had never heard her make before. It sounds a bit like rubbing small bits of gravel together. Teeth grinding is a subtle sign of rabbit pain (not to be confused with tooth purring, when they gently click their teeth together to signal contentment).
The wait between Marisol's vitals being taken (temperature by rectal thermometer, weight) by a technician and meeting with the vet was over half an hour. Jared, Marisol, Panchito, and I sat huddled together on a bench. Jared and I stroked the rabbits, pulling little tufts of loose fur out of their coats and scratching the spots behind their ears.
I cried during this ordeal. I like to say Marisol is my soulbunny. I love her. But I was not prepared for how lost I would feel at the prospect of losing her. She is not yet two-years-old, and I expect to have her as a pet for at least ten years, if not longer. I thought with her healthy diet and ideal living situation, that medical problems were far off. Being confronted with the possibility of losing her filled me and Jared with grief.
As soon as the vet walked into the room, Mari perked her head up. The vet said Marisol looked very healthy and alert, but had some stiffness in her stomach region. It was time to move from monitoring to medicating.
Marisol was prescribed Reglan and Metacam (for the pain), and the vet administered the first doses at the clinic. Panchito absolutely loves Metacam (he had some after his neuter) and looked forward to his regular doses. Marisol, on the other hand, was not so sure how she felt about it. It smells overpoweringly musky, but I am assured it tastes honey-like to rabbits.
Marisol takes "bug-eyed" to a whole new level. |
"You caught this very early on," the vet said before we left. "I have a bunch of other rabbits in the back room here that I am monitoring and syringe feeding around the clock."
I have felt like a bad rabbit owner the past two days, and like I am letting down my fellow volunteers at Rabbit Advocates. But the vet helped me reframe that thinking--a bad rabbit owner would not have taken her rabbit to the vet twice in two days and spent hours researching GI stasis. A bad rabbit owner would not have noticed early warning signs and immediately reached out for help. Even the most thoughtful rabbit parents can't keep all illness at bay, but we can mobilize immediately when medical care is needed.
It is now almost 2 am on Monday morning, ten hours since we left the emergency pet clinic. I've been up keeping watch of my rabbits. Marisol nibbled a few pellets and drank some water. She noticed me eating a banana and came up to ask for a bite. I let her have a nibble, and cried a little. This time, not because I am worried I am going to lose her, but because she is bouncing back.
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For more on Marisol and Panchito, visit their Instagram page: instagram.com/panchitoymarisol/
Panchito, Marisol, and me! :) Photo by Ryan Muirhead |
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For more on Marisol and Panchito, visit their Instagram page: instagram.com/panchitoymarisol/