Yesterday Betsy said her tummy wasn’t feeling well and she didn’t want any breakfast. She sort of moped around all day, which got dad all worked up. And when she wasn’t interested in dinner, dad AND mum got worked up. (Not eating is a big deal for us rabbits.)
So dad picked up Betsy (she offered little resistance, which is how I knew she wasn’t feeling top-notch) and he said he heard loud gurgling from her belly, so he and mum gave her a tummy-rub.
Then, they locked Betsy in the “bunny prison” but left me on the outside – whee! Fun! If only Betsy could join me…
This morning Betsy still hasn’t eaten (well, not really, she ate two sprigs of parsley and that’s it) and hasn’t pooped either… and I heard dad mention the “vet” word. Uh-oh.
I’m going to lay outside the “bunny prison” and keep an eye on Betsy – I’ll write more later!