An Update on: Pancakes!
I don't really talk about her much on here, but if you've been following me for a while you know that I have an adorable bunny named Pancakes.
Josh got Pancakes for me in college. We'd been dating for a little while, and I had always mentioned how I loved that Summer Roberts on The O.C. had a big, floppy eared bunny named Pancakes—and how much I wanted one. For our one year anniversary, Josh let me pick out Pan. The rest is history.
A few weeks ago, our lives were very quickly turned upside down out of the blue. I talked about it a bit on Instagram, but I received SO many questions asking how she was doing and what went wrong, I wanted to address it here. (Thank you, by the way, to all of you who sent me texts or messages!)
On a Wednesday night a few weeks ago, Josh and I noticed that Pan was acting really weird. Pan roams free around our apartment, and she usually hops around and is incredibly hard to catch. This night, she was laying by her food bowl with no interest in moving. She also wasn't eating, which is the first sign something's wrong with rabbits. It was around 11 PM, so we thought we'd go to bed and if something was still up in the morning, we'd take Pan into the vet.
By early morning things got MUCH worse. She was laying limp, hadn't eaten anything all night, and her head started shaking every time she tried to lift it. It was so, so sad and hard to watch. We immediately took off work, rushed her to our trusty vet, and waited for them to tell us what was up.
What we originally thought was not a huge deal very quickly turned into a massive ordeal. The vet took one look at her and told us she was having intestinal issues, and could very well die that day (apparently gastric stasis is very common with rabbits). We were stunned when we were basically told they were going to do everything they could to help her, but that she ultimately had a 20% chance of living.
We signed on to a bunch of tests—x-rays, catheters, medicine, and heat warming exercises (because she had entered hypothermic levels due to not eating or digesting anything), and were told to leave her for the day so they could monitor the situation and perform emergency procedures. We waited—all day—for a phone call with any news, and finally by mid afternoon were told if she made it through the next few hours (still unlikely), that we'd need to transfer her to an overnight facility for round-the-clock care. As we searched for places in SF, she ended up doing much better in the late afternoon, and we ultimately got a call saying that our vet thought she'd do better at home, where she could be more comfortable, as long as we were up for monitoring her throughout the night to make sure she didn't worsen.
We finally were able to bring her home that night, and for five days after had to force feed her every meal and give her serious pain and digestive meds to encourage her to eat and process food properly. Let's just say it was a LONG five days, where we basically sat panicked at all times, just staring at her to make sure she didn't die.
I'm happy to report that in the past few weeks, Pan is back to her normal crazy self! She sure gave us QUITE the scare, and we're really just crossing our fingers that nothing like this happens again, but we're happy she's home safe and sound.