I woke to Liz sitting up in bed, talking to our vet’s emergency care service (where we had left Baxter for observation overnight). It was 5AM, and they were calling to let us know Baxter had passed away.
Baxter had a recent bout of stasis, so we were a little concerned. When dinnertime came around and we saw that Baxter was fully uninterested in her food, we decided it was time to take her in to the vet.
L to R it’s Quincy and Baxter, taking a late afternoon snooze in the Sunroom. This is pretty much how I love to spend a weekend afternoon: relaxing, and dozing off… under a chair.
Two days ago, we got a little concerned about Baxter. The night before, she was refusing to take her medication and then the following morning… she lost all interest in food, completely. Normally, she comes bounding over when I show up with breakfast, but that morning she remained on the second floor of the bunny cottage (where she usually goes, if she’s not feeling well).
Since this was pretty much the most anti-climatic NYE party ever, I thought it would be funny to take a self-portrait of ourselves. For much of the night, Liz just focused on her knitting. And for me, if I wasn’t watching a movie… I was probably playing Triple Town on my phone. Again.
We spent Thanksgiving in Frankfort with Julie and Bob, and since we were there for a few days… we ended up bringing Baxter and Quincy along. There was a warm room in the basement where Julie has her plants, and so that ended up being the perfect spot for them. But before we transferred them inside, it was warm enough that we decided to give them a bit of time outside, in the yard.
As I’m working at my desk, I’ll occasionally hear a soft snoring sound from the sunroom. At first, it was kind of funny… but now that I’m used to it, it’s a gentle, reassuring sound.
Over the weekend, we picked up a stalk of brussles sprouts at the Logan Square Farmers Market. It’s one of our favorite veggies, and sometimes seeing them on the stalk just makes it hard to resist.
Yesterday, Liz got a bunny IQ treat ball for our rabbits, Baxter and Quincy.
In the bottom of the ball, you place a bunch of treats. There’s a middle partition that has an adjustable opening (kind of like a “difficulty” setting), and then a final opening on the outer covering. With the toy positioned correctly, treats should fall out.
Going over oldphotos, I happened across a few shots of our rabbits shortly after we set up the sunroom for them. Baxter (in the foreground) and Quincy, hovering around one of the willowballs they love so much. Quincy, who kind of looks like a sleepy old man here, sipping on his tea. Related: The Bunny Rabbits of Logan Square
Today Liz and I cleaned up the sunroom (where our rabbits Baxter and Quincy live). We kept the buns outside, and cleaned the room top to bottom – picking up the old tiles we had on the ground, sweeping and giving every surface a good clean.
Looking over the notes from our vet, we wanted to see if Quincy had gained any weight recently. To do this, we figured the best way would be to use our kitchen’s digital scale. Additionally, we sprinkled a bit of dry food inside as enticement.
They were fairly calm, though I’m not 100% if they’re simply dazed by being in this position. A few years ago, when Liz would trim Baxter’s nails and go through this whole process… Baxter held a grudge. For a few days afterwards, Baxter would keep her distance and would refuse to come near Liz.
So this is what our night looked like last night. Let me explain. We’ve been giving Quincy a lot of medication lately. Thankfully though, we no longer have to deal with any injections, which were an incredibly stressful, daily thing for a while. Liz and I usually take turns, feeding the buns their medication. Baxter has one thing to take,…
Last week Liz bought some new toys for the bunny rabbits. This one is from a line that’s marketed as “Bunny IQ toys,” which are designed as puzzles with hidden rewards. Underneath each of the round balls is a small space, where treats are placed. In order to get to them, the balls need to be bumped out of the…