Sprat

Yesterday, 16th May 2017, at around 4pm, we had to make the very difficult decision to put Sprat to sleep. I adored him, even though he lived at the Rescue he felt like part of my family. I am absolutely devastated, my heart just keeps breaking over and over.

The photo above is the last one I took of him when I visited him on Saturday 6th May.

The Rescue asked me to write a post about him on their blog, since I had fostered him twice and spent so much time with him. You can read more about him in that post, more on this blog and even more in all his posts over on Big Ears, Tiny Tales.

Binky free, Sprat.

Sprat Like That

Sprat actually was pretty pleased to see me yesterday, perhaps with Bugsy still being a little sedate after her ear surgery and heavy-duty pain meds he was short of someone to talk to. I say "talk", he mostly just sat and nommed treats as I poked them into his mouf.

"Dis da treat tub?"

"OK, three more of the brown ones and then I want one of the little carrot shaped ones."

2017 #121

What do you reckon, pleased to see me this week?!

2017 #114

BHV: Come on Sprat, three visits in the same month, that's got to be worth a cuddle!
Sprat: That depends - did you bring treats I like this time?
BHV: How about these? [drops pile of treats under Sprat's nose]
Sprat: These? Pah! These interest me not! Be gone!
BHV: [walks away downhearted]
Sprat: Ooo look, Bugsy, a mysterious pile of treats I just discovered all on my own!

[...nom nom nom...]

2017 #102

I felt so sad that I got no Sprat cuddles last weekend, when he didn't even want to play with me, that I went back today hoping to find him in a better mood. At least he's talking to me now, but he didn't exactly have nice things to say...

"These aren't the treats I want. Not good enough. And don't expect me to tell you which treats I do want, you will just have to figure it out yourself."

At home, my two resent me following some post-banana bottom cleaning and tummy washing and medicines. The Rescue today was supposed to be a break from bunnies hating me. Ho hum.

2017 #98

Things at home are a bit odd this week - MrB has been avoiding me and hasn't even come for dinner since the vet trip on Saturday. He might even be losing weight, though he scoffs breakfast and any treat presented to him. Banana is snatched and devoured instantly. We are keeping an eye on him, but I have a feeling we will be back at the vets again soon. Anyway, upshot: can't take photos.

So here is, give or take some overenthusiastic PS filter, a photo of Sprat's ears from Saturday.

2017 #96

Saturday went like this:- Trip to vets (vaccines and checks, nothing too serious), bunnies grumpy (especially after I failed to adequately secure the carrier on the back seat and took a right turn a little too sharply), came home and put them in the garden, they had fun for about 10 minutes, brought them in after an hour, they were grumpy, went to Rescue, Sprat not talking to me for some reason, sun too bright and bunnies too hot and sleepy for decent photos, came home, my bunnies still grumpy at me, checked photos from the Rescue and found many of them were out of focus. So that was Saturday.

Here is a photo of Sprat.

2017 #70

Sprat has a dental this week to remove a spur, though fortunately he is still currently his lively, piggy self.

Oi Sprat, stop trying to eat Bugsy, she's not a snack! (Oh wait, I may have dropped one on her head - never mind!)

2017 #21

Guess where I dropped into this afternoon!

"BHV - If you don't give us treats THIS INSTANT we will ruin your game and tell everyone you were at the Rescue!"

I think you might have just blown your only leverage there Sprat...