if i was a reader of this blog i might be saying "enough of the rabbit already" and if you feel that way i can't blame you.
almost two weeks ago anzac met a car in a bad way. we thought he would die or need to be gently put out of his suffering. but he didn't die. he is still a very disabled rabbit but i see incremental improvements and i am loathe, no i will not even consider the "kind" alternative. not yet.
within days of his brush with death he ate, drank, pooped & peed. since then he has started to sit up better, he tries to move, he grooms what he is able, he grooms his buddy, jet. he has even started to wait to be carried outside to the grass before he "goes".
to me, these are not the marks of an animal that wants to die, they are the marks of a fighter, of a bunny who wants to live.
vet science is not really able to offer anything for anzac but my chiropractor believes she can help him. she believes he has a twisted dura, which she has seen in babies.
i have to tell you that i don't think i am a person who will keep an animal alive simply because i don't have the strength to euthanase and i don't think that is what is happening here so i am deeply disappointed that there is continual talk of why anzac is a lost cause. he is eating less, so he is "not eating", yesterday i refuted claims that his feet are gangrenous, he will "never walk again" and he is "suffering".
i know that his injuries are terribly serious, i know that my take on the subject is not what most would think, heck, if i was hearing the story i wouldn't agree with me.
somehow, though, the loss of hope that is being expressed and encouraged is not only annoying but dismaying.
i don't understand why it bothers me so much.
but it does.