As you will know from reading this blog, three years ago Whisky had a difficult surgery to remove a cork-screw shaped tooth root that was growing through his head. The growth had left a lot of damage in its wake leaving him prone to infections in his tear duct and nose, so periodically he has had courses of antibiotics to clear them up. With so many doses, the vet always said that there may come a day when he stops responding to the antibiotics and there will be nothing more we can do for him. I would have been very sad if that had happened soon after putting him through such a traumatic surgery, but happily he has done pretty well since considering. Although he has had a catalogue of other issues (bonding injuries, fur mites, ear abscesses, snapped tendon, thorn stuck up his nose...) he has always been a little fighter and pushed through with a bounce in his step. I have been blessed to have such a special little boy who despite having more challenges thrown at him than most bunnies get has somehow out-lived all my other rabbits.
So here we are, three years on, and poor Whisky has had a bit of a miserable week. On Wednesday he went in for x-rays to see if there were any new tooth-root-related issues causing his latest eye and nose emissions. This involved staying at the vets for the day and being put under anaesthetic, neither of which Whisky was very happy about. He came home still slightly groggy and didn't really recover for several days, choosing to spend all his time upstairs looking miserable. How much is the after-effects of the anaesthetic, how much is the daily antibiotics, how much is the grumpiness at me for inflicting it all on him and trying to avoid me I am not sure. Towards the end of the week I carried him downstairs to the garden and he seemed to have fun outside, yesterday he came down and demanded to be let out in the morning, but all of his daily routines of adventuring around the house have stopped.
The results of the x-rays showed that there are no serious issues with his tooth roots. This is not the good news it might appear since all that leaves us to treat him is his current antibiotics, the last antibiotic to be shown in his cultures to have any effect on the bacteria in his nose and tear duct. But despite several weeks of it, this time it is not clearing the infections.
Since he moved in to my house, I don't think there has been a single one of his birthdays when I have thought he would live to see the next. But then he is constantly surprising me with how resilient he is, so who knows what the coming weeks and months will bring. As always, I will just try to enjoy and treasure every single day I get to share with him, even the grumpy ones.