Nothing overly notable happened for a while, except my
almost 1 year old son’s first word. I
was in Bun’s room, holding her and he walked up to the baby gate at the
entrance to the room. I asked him who I
was holding and he said “beh-beh”. I
made him say it again and he did and every time I pointed to a bunny (in a book
or Bun), he would repeat “beh-beh”. My son’s first word was bunny. This is what I had always hoped for. As Jake got bigger, I’d let him spend more
time in the room with Bun. He loved helping
feed her and giving her treats. When we’d
put her away for the night (because bunnies can’t be trusted…it’s a fact,
google it), he’d always give her a hug and a kiss.
I don’t recall the exact day, but I do know Bun went through
another episode of stasis and had to be fed critical care and other medications
for a little while, but other than being scary at the moment, it was overall
uneventful. On August 31st,
2019, I took Bun back to the vet because I noticed a little squiggle in her
left eye. Needless to say, I was
paranoid about eyes by this point and was worried she would end up losing her
other eye and instead of being a pirate, she’d be blind. The vet told me not to worry and that it just
looked like beginning stages of cataracts.
So what did I do when I got home?
Googled blind bunnies. I guess I
would just cross that bridge when I got there.
We gave Bun an arbitrary birthday of December 1st,
2013 when I first started filling out paper work for various vets. We celebrated her 6th birthday the
same way I did her 1st birthday; with a giant veggie pile and
pictures in a homemade party hat that she clearly disapproved of
[picture]. By the end of December, the
whole world started talking about Coronavirus.
As far as we knew, it hadn’t made it to the US yet, but it was only a
matter of time. The end of February
started getting pretty interesting as things were starting to ramp up. Vulnerable people were supposed to work from
home, people suddenly realized they needed to wash their hands (why was this a
new thing?) and it was suggested we wear masks in public places. By mid-March, we had gotten word that my work
was closing down in person operations and everything was to be done remotely. As scary as the virus was, I was looking
forward to some quality Bun time because her room is the office where the
computer I would be using was.
Sunday, March 22nd,
2020, I woke up and fed Bun and gave her some loves like I always do in the
morning. I noticed a couple extra
pellets were still in her dish and her hay wasn’t as low as I would expect it
to be, but I just chalked it up to Jake giving too much food the night before
because he was insistent he feed her. I
can’t remember what I did that day, but I ended up back home sometime after 10:30
pm and went to tuck Bun in for the night and give her the rest of her allotted food. It didn’t look like she had touched any of her
food, water or hay. I tried giving her a
treat, but she didn’t even want that. I
started to panic that it was stasis again and how long had she been like this
and I didn’t realize it? I called her
vet (who has an on call doctor) and asked what I should do. I still had critical care at home from the
last time in case she needed to be fed something or I could bring her in. For my piece of mind, I drove the hour North
to Bothell at 1:00am to bring her in.
Due to Covid restrictions, I had to wait in the car while they examined
Bun and wait for a phone call from the doctor for the findings.
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| Jake giving Bun some lovin |
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| The little squiggle I saw |
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| Bun's 6th birhtday! |
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