Really crappy news, guys. Jellybean died last night.
Here is the progression from the shelter to my house (this is a LONG post...let me apologize in advance):
- When I declared my intent to officially adopt her, the volunteer brought me an application to fill out. We sat at the table, her clipping Jellybean's nails and me filling out the paperwork, and chatted.
When I was done with the paperwork, I was sent to the front to submit it, and they took Jellybean in the back. A few minutes after I was up front, another volunteer came up to get my carrier, and told me that they were looking at her and would bring her right up to me.
It took about 10 minutes from the time they took my carrier to the time they brought her out to me.
- Jellybean and I got in the car and started the 20 mile trek home. Every time we hit a red light, I peeked in the bag to look at her. She was all balled up and looked like she was breathing fast. I assumed she was just stressed out from the day's events.
- We got home, and I took Jellybean into the spare room and put the carrier on the floor with the side of it laying open, so she could come out and explore as I finished getting her cage ready.
I filled the litterbox with carefresh and hay, laid out her comfy new bed, hung her water bottle, and put her wooden house in there. She still hadn't come out of the carrier by the time I was done setting up, so I reached in, plucked her out, kissed her nose, and put her in her cage.
She immediately went over to her litterbox, hopped in, and peed. Then she nibbled on some hay, and then she started exploring. She tested the bed, jumped through, on, and around her house, and then eventually settled down inside the house, with her back legs stretched out.
She looked like she was still breathing fast, so I decided to leave her alone for a while so she could adjust in peace.
- I came back almost two hours later, and she was still laying in the house, legs kicked out all willy-nilly. I put a cookie treat in her cage, petted her, and left her to her own devices again.
- I came back about an hour and a half later. The cookie had been nibbled on (half of it was gone). She was still in the house, but no longer stretched out. Her legs were tucked up under her, and she was still breathing fast, and seemed to be breathing a little harder. I reached in and picked her up to check her out. She seemed ok, no obvious issues. I put her back, and she hopped back to her house.
- Fourty-five minutes later, I checked her again. Same thing - in her house with her legs tucked, breathing fast and heavy. I picked her up, and noticed that when I touched her, she made a bunny honking sound (I googled about 75,000 videos of bunny honking to determine if it was indeed the same sound. It is). I looked her over again and she looked ok. I lifted the lid to her house and then looked over at her litterbox and noticed that she had not pooped once since I brought her home. I put two leaves of romaine lettuce and a baby carrot in the cage, to try and entice her into eating something and maybe get a few poops out of her.
I resolved to keep checking her regularly, and to call the vet in the morning. I put her back, and she hopped back to her house.
- Half hour later, I came back upstairs. She was now out of the house, laying in the middle of the cage on her side, breathing heavily and had blood dripping from her rear end. I reached in to pet her, and while her head twitched at my touch, she didn't move otherwise. I got some paper towels and wipped her bottom and noticed that the towel didn't appear soaked with pure blood. It looked like a clear fluid with blood mixed in.
- I took her out of the cage so that I could thoroughly wipe her bottom to see where the blood was coming from. I got her cleaned up and verified there were no external abrasions - the blood was coming from inside and leaking from her bottom. I put her back in her cage and laid her on her bed. She sat still for a moment, and then tried to hop away, but ended up falling over. There was blood on the bed where her rump had been.
I lifted her up and set her back on her feet. She tried hopping again and fell over again. Before I could reach in and grab her, she tried to hop again and launched herself face-first into my kneecap. My heart just about crumbed into a million pieces at that point.
- She kept flailing around, trying to hop, and kept falling over. When I picked her up, she'd flail around in my hands. I decided to run down to the basement to get a small cardboard box with high sides, and a bunch of towels, to try and keep her in one spot so she couldn't hurt herself, since she was obviously unable to walk. Then, once she was situated, I was going to call the first emergency vet I could find.
I wasn't gone for more than a few minutes. By the time I came back upstairs with the box and the towels, she had died. She was laying on her side, eyes open. Still had blood on her bottom, and she had pooped, but it wasn't a normal round, dry rabbit pellet. It looked like two guinea pig poops stuck end-to-end, and it was moist.
I have no idea how this could have happened. I sat googling the symptoms for a while last night, and the only thing that I could find was poisoning.
That made me wonder if maybe the shelter had treated her with anything in the 10 minutes that it took to bring her out to me, but I haven't been able to confirm that yet because I can't get in touch with them (I've been calling obsessively since they opened 3 hours ago, but they haven't answered the phone and haven't returned the message I left first thing this morning). As I was picking her body up out of the cage, I did notice some fleas on her (UGH!!!!!), which further increased my suspicion that maybe they gave her some ivermectin or something, but at this point I just don't know.
Could the boy have hurt her somehow when he was trying to mount her at the shelter?
All I know is that I feel like the world's biggest jerk. I do want a bunny, but now I'm scared to try and adopt another one in the future because I don't know if this was my fault or what.
Most of all, I just feel so bad for Jellybean. She was the sweetest little thing and didn't deserve to go out like that.