Here he is, exploring around. He had a few moments where he got a little too close to the edge, but he’s done a fine job since of navigating around without slipping off.
Liz and I came home last week to discover this lovely mess. When looking around to see who the culprit might have been…
We spent a good deal of the day getting prepped for work. But unfortunately, when all was said and done… the powerwasher had some issues. There was water coming through, but there was a leak somewhere that Bob couldn’t fix without taking the engine apart.
With Quincy having more mobility problems of late… we decided to try out a different litter box. The ones we used in the past were somewhat high on the sides, which sometimes provide difficult for Quincy to get past – both going in and out of the litterbox.
There’s still something off, as he’s wobbling around a lot more. But this evening he was more his old self again. Seeing him eat was just such a relief, and watching him move around gave me a great sense of relief.
Saturday was another big cleaning day for us. Originally, the plan was to tackle the whole first floor last weekend, but we ended up only getting though the kitchen. Today: the remainder of the first floor. Mostly.
When I returned downtairs to prep breakfast, I discovered… one of the worst messes I’ve ever seen. This was not an incident of bored digging: this was vengeance. Pure, unadulterated vengeance. Bunny-style.
A few weeks back, after a routine checkup with the vet… we learned that Quincy is technically blind. We knew his vision wasn’t so hot (I remember a few instances where he ran full-speed into the side of a gate at our previous place). But hearing this news really brought home how old the guy is.
This morning, around 4:45 AM, I woke up to the sound of water running. Which was weird, because we didn’t leave anything running when we went to sleep. As I started to wake up, it struck me that the sound was not just of water running, but of significant water running.
Earlier tonight, while I was downstairs cleaning up the bunny area and washing dishes, I heard Liz scream out for me. It wasn’t a yell, it was a full on scream because she had already tried to call for me twice (but I couldn’t hear her, due to the running water).
On Friday afternoon, I had a half day off work and took the buns in for a vet visit. A few weeks ago, Phineas and Quincy developed some gas/stasis issues… and as a result, both were put on some additional medications.
Last week, Liz took Phineas in to the vet as he was appearing listless and uninterested in food. Usually, this is a sign that stasis might be setting in – and something may be blocked in their system.
Last night, after dinner, Liz decided to let the rabbits out of their pen area so they could roam around a bit more. Our house is still pretty messy, and there are lots of areas where we’re trying to keep the buns away from… but we were able to cordon off the main room and the stairs, allowing them to explore just a bit.
Tonight, after many, many months away… I’m happy to say that Phineas and Quincy are back home with us again. We were concerned that the state of construction at the house would be too much for their systems (lots of dust and particles in the air), so we kept them away while the bulk of the demo work has been going on.