After the previous post, I checked on Pepper and realized that she had
diarrhea. Muttering about too much Nutrical, I set about cleaning her off -
and saw the maggot.
We have done everything in our power to keep her clean and help her regain
her health. She has fought like a brave little soldier, but I don't want to
put her through another round of recovery from fly strike. She is not fully
recovered from the first strike.
We came so close :''( She was gaining weight and getting active again. We
cleaned her every morning and night. We medicated her to the letter. We
watched all her setbacks and progress with grief and joy. 3+ weeks of team
effort (both rabbit and human) to get this bunny healthy again, and it was
all for nothing. She is back in the emergency-room stance of ***in the
air, breathing hard, bewildered eyes, frantically grooming anything she can
reach, which cruelly is several inches short of where she needs to reach.
All the progress, unravelling in front of my eyes. How that fly managed to
get through the fly strips, the fly screen and the mosquito screen, not to
mention Dad slapping the fly swatter like a wild windmill....
In the final hours of her life before I take her to the vet, I am numb
except for the stabbing pain in my heart. Today is Friday, Sept. 5, 2003,
and what will be a normal day for millions of other people is, for me, the
day I have been dreading for over 8 years. Forgive me, my little furball
love. Mama loves you ever 'n' ever.