Sorry to have been AWOL for so very long. My computer suffered truama yet again and I had no access to post. Since my last post many things have happened. Kris and I celebrated our eight year anniversary (we went to Zombie Prom and wreaked havoc on the norms).
We also brought home the newest furry addition to our family. His name is Vorheese. Vorheese was rescued from the backyard hording situation in Phoenix a few months ago, so he was very timid and confused when I brought him home. He's two years old and had never lived in a house or had the love of a family either. He adjusted well and had begun to approach us for pets and treats and stopped running away when we got close to his pen. A friendly happy little bunny who adored Hannibal and who Hannibal was beginning to adore as well. For the moment we were just fostering him to be sure Hannibal and he would bond and we could all be a happy family before adopting him. The decision to adopt him was made over the weekend and I was happy with the thought of being legally able to call him mine.
That all changed two nights ago. He finally trusted me enough to let me pick him up and place him on his back to inspect his nails and teeth. I noticed his teeth were a little overgrown and hurriedly contacted the rescue to let them know I would be taking him to the vet to get looked at to be sure they weren't going to be a serious issue. Rabbits teeth grow like a humans fingernails and have to be worn down constantly or they can grown through the roof of the mouth and cause many problems. I was also concerned because his back teeth could have been growing backwards into his eye sockets so I wanted to catch it early on.
When I got home from work yesterday I checked his teeth and saw he had worn down the top ones, a good sign. But when I moved his bottom lip to check his lower teeth I found a mouthful of pus.
I froze, that could only mean one thing and I have been through it once before with my first rabbit. A jaw abscess. I hurriedly cleaned the pus from his mouth, saw that it was draining from his lower left tooth and felt along his jaw on the side. Yup, right on the left side of his lower jaw a good sized abscess. When I gently touched it to gauge the size, more pus filled his mouth. In a panic I cleaned it again and called the rescue. Since he's still a foster they had me bring him to them last night so they could get him to their wonderful vet ASAP this morning while I worked.
This is a serious thing, it can be cured but it's a long, slow, uphill battle the whole way. I'm a wreck, I was sick yesterday and the stress of this made it worse. By the time we got back from dropping him off I had had to have Kris pull over at Fry's so I could cry like a baby and throw up. My head hurt so much I couldn't see and moving was an effort. Oh yeah, and did I mention it was Kris's birthday? Yeah, Happy birthday to my darling, the best man in the world who made me lay down and forced me to sleep after we got home and I had thrown up again.
I'm waiting for the rescue to call me and let me know where exactly the abscess is, his jaw, tooth, or cheek. None of them are good but the cheek would be the least damaging one as he would only have to have it removed and a few months of Pen G injections once a week to hopefully get rid of it. A tooth would mean removal of the tooth (or teeth) then removal of the abscess pocket, then injections of Pen G for a few months once a week and hopefully it's gone. The jaw would mean things I don't want to think about. Multiple surgeries and care and bone removal and Pen G injections and I've been through it before and lost the battle and I'm so scared.
My wonderful, beautiful boy has to suffer for no reason and I am so sorry he has to go through this. But I think we caught it in time and I will do anything I have to to insure he heals and has a comfortable and happy life. He deserves it.
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