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I used to think I hated rabbits and never wanted one

well maybe not hate but a huge fear ever since one bit my leg when I was younger and it freaked me out. I didn't realize then that bunnies will tell you to move with their teeth, very strongly, but whatever. little asses. but you learn to understand them

so lo and behold the one day I wandered into a petland with my friend, this fat 8 month old loaf was in the smallest cage for her size looking downright depressed in the far corner. I asked what that was about to the employees and they're like "oh yeah one of our coworkers don't want her anymore so she's here" I still never thought that I'd ever have a rabbit as a pet, but I asked to hold her and she hesitated in my lap for a sec. then promptly put her teeth on my leg. but I was like yep I'll take her home thanks

the first five months were hell oh my god she was such a heathen. I knew nothing about rabbits so I researched everything and I did that all backwards, but I still stuck with her even when she used my face as a springboard to jump onto the top bunk. multiple scratches, bites, she snarled at me at least twice a day. finally we get her spayed at the clinic I work at and the docs and techs never let me live it down how much of a devil she was. if anyone approached her cage she lunged and literally snarled, she bit them all, everything. I never knew what happened the first 8 months of her life, but whatever it was I was still glad she was out of there and at least accessible to a vet and care.

after the spay it took a couple months for her to not be a ball of rage and hate. just a simmering creature of resentment and anger. it was progress though. I spent so much time just sitting by her cage and holding my hand out so she would be used to me not giving up on her ass. offered her every vegetable bunnies can eat and found out her obsession for kale was something else. bananas were the path to forgiveness, and slowly I gained her trust.

she started improving so fast after that, it was like one day I was hiding from her path of terror on my bed with my feet away from her teeth and the next she was sleeping in my lap like that's all she's ever done. she became what I was most proud of. I learned all of her habits and watched her fly from one side of the room to another doing binkies everyday. she was genuinely happy, as far as I could tell. she would jump on my bed and curl up beside me. nip at my leg so I would pet her, and then shove me out of the way. her mannerisms were so funny to me, the little jerk.

so last year she had what we thought was a clogged tear duct, put her on medications and it cleared it was fine. but last month it came back and didn't go away. her eye started to droop, and when I got up to feed her one night a large lump had appeared on the right side of her face. I took her to the vet the day after and they expected it to be an abscess and scheduled a surgery in a couple days. when they put her under anesthesia, took xrays, and poked around her mouth they realized it probably wasn't an abscess.

the mass had basically disintegrated the bone. I had to start forcefeeding her because she would not eat on her own, and that in itself is fatal for rabbits. I kept her on antibiotics and pain medication, along with forcefeeding for two weeks. In the meantime the doctor sent the xrays to a specialist, and they still thought it would be an abscess because osteosarcoma isn't amazingly rare in rabbits, but for the place it showed up in was definitely an oddity. the kicker was her age. she was only three. she shouldn't of had cancer. yet still she was here with a mouth full of dead tissue, infection, and teeth that were being pushed out of the way.

she declined during those two weeks, pretty damn fast. I absolutely hated forcefeeding her, but the doctor suggested more xrays and possible surgery if somehow the medication helped after those weeks. it didn't unfortunately. last night I was 100% sure would be her last with me so I just held her for hours. this morning I brought her in to work with me and the doctor took another xray. the mass had grown 30% larger in just two weeks. that thing was aggressive, whatever it was. the sample she took didn't suggest an abscess, everything seemed to point to cancer, and I agreed to let her send out a biopsy. but at that point nothing could be done for her. living another day would just mean more pain, constant drooling, more force feeding. she didn't deserve that. she looked and felt terrible.

so we euthanized. I know there are people who don't view rabbits the way they see their dogs. but moxxi was so significant and so herself and held so much crazy and interesting personality that she meant the world to me. rabbits aren't class pets, they need stimulation, socialization, care, and just pure love. I gave moxxi all that I could and despite how awful the circumstances were, I know her last year was one she enjoyed.

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I used to think I hated rabbits and never wanted one

well maybe not hate but a huge fear ever since one bit my leg when I was younger and it freaked me out. I didn't realize then that bunnies will tell you to move with their teeth, very strongly, but whatever. little asses. but you learn to understand them

so lo and behold the one day I wandered into a petland with my friend, this fat 8 month old loaf was in the smallest cage for her size looking downright depressed in the far corner. I asked what that was about to the employees and they're like "oh yeah one of our coworkers don't want her anymore so she's here" I still never thought that I'd ever have a rabbit as a pet, but I asked to hold her and she hesitated in my lap for a sec. then promptly put her teeth on my leg. but I was like yep I'll take her home thanks

the first five months were hell oh my god she was such a heathen. I knew nothing about rabbits so I researched everything and I did that all backwards, but I still stuck with her even when she used my face as a springboard to jump onto the top bunk. multiple scratches, bites, she snarled at me at least twice a day. finally we get her spayed at the clinic I work at and the docs and techs never let me live it down how much of a devil she was. if anyone approached her cage she lunged and literally snarled, she bit them all, everything. I never knew what happened the first 8 months of her life, but whatever it was I was still glad she was out of there and at least accessible to a vet and care.

after the spay it took a couple months for her to not be a ball of rage and hate. just a simmering creature of resentment and anger. it was progress though. I spent so much time just sitting by her cage and holding my hand out so she would be used to me not giving up on her ass. offered her every vegetable bunnies can eat and found out her obsession for kale was something else. bananas were the path to forgiveness, and slowly I gained her trust.

she started improving so fast after that, it was like one day I was hiding from her path of terror on my bed with my feet away from her teeth and the next she was sleeping in my lap like that's all she's ever done. she became what I was most proud of. I learned all of her habits and watched her fly from one side of the room to another doing binkies everyday. she was genuinely happy, as far as I could tell. she would jump on my bed and curl up beside me. nip at my leg so I would pet her, and then shove me out of the way. her mannerisms were so funny to me, the little jerk.

so last year she had what we thought was a clogged tear duct, put her on medications and it cleared it was fine. but last month it came back and didn't go away. her eye started to droop, and when I got up to feed her one night a large lump had appeared on the right side of her face. I took her to the vet the day after and they expected it to be an abscess and scheduled a surgery in a couple days. when they put her under anesthesia, took xrays, and poked around her mouth they realized it probably wasn't an abscess.

the mass had basically disintegrated the bone. I had to start forcefeeding her because she would not eat on her own, and that in itself is fatal for rabbits. I kept her on antibiotics and pain medication, along with forcefeeding for two weeks. In the meantime the doctor sent the xrays to a specialist, and they still thought it would be an abscess because osteosarcoma isn't amazingly rare in rabbits, but for the place it showed up in was definitely an oddity. the kicker was her age. she was only three. she shouldn't of had cancer. yet still she was here with a mouth full of dead tissue, infection, and teeth that were being pushed out of the way.

she declined during those two weeks, pretty damn fast. I absolutely hated forcefeeding her, but the doctor suggested more xrays and possible surgery if somehow the medication helped after those weeks. it didn't unfortunately. last night I was 100% sure would be her last with me so I just held her for hours. this morning I brought her in to work with me and the doctor took another xray. the mass had grown 30% larger in just two weeks. that thing was aggressive, whatever it was. the sample she took didn't suggest an abscess, everything seemed to point to cancer, and I agreed to let her send out a biopsy. but at that point nothing could be done for her. living another day would just mean more pain, constant drooling, more force feeding. she didn't deserve that. she looked and felt terrible.

so we euthanized. I know there are people who don't view rabbits the way they see their dogs. but moxxi was so significant and so herself and held so much crazy and interesting personality that she meant the world to me. rabbits aren't class pets, they need stimulation, socialization, care, and just pure love. I gave moxxi all that I could and despite how awful the circumstances were, I know her last year was one she enjoyed.