Counting down

Mom is eagerly counting down the hours until it is officially July 18th, and I will be officially 8 years old!

Mom says that means I will officially be a senior citizen. She's making all sorts of jokes about Medicare and AARP and false teeth, to which I say, HA. HA. HA. Very funny. She should be thanking her lucky stars that I decided to stick around this long. We've been together for four years now! It's been the best four years of Mom's life, and she'd do well to remember that!

Really I can't complain. Sure, there were some hairy situations in the past, like when I decided to snack on the electric lamp cord and nearly set fire to my jaw. Or the time that I ate half of Mom's house plant, and she had to call Poison Control. But mostly it has been four years of sunshine and happiness. What else would you expect from Frederic the Great?

Tomorrow will mark another milestone too. My faithful mate Kenzie will turn five. She doesn't look a day over three. She's come a long way since she first arrived here, overweight and covered with unsightly stains. Now she's sleek and svelte and glowing white, a real beauty. Mom can't remember a time when it wasn't the three of us, the three amigos (or the three Stooges, whichever you prefer).

Mom has to go to that horrible dungeon place she calls "work" tomorrow, but she's promised us a huge birthday salad when she gets home, and she saved us the biggest, fattest, juiciest cherry of the bunch! We love cherries. I like to gobble mine down and then groom Kenzie, leaving big red lip marks all over her snowy white fur. Mom thinks that is adorable. Mom thinks most things we do are adorable, which, really, they are.

A couple of gimps

That's what Mom says she has. Just because the vet told her I have arthritis, and Kenzie has possible nerve damage. So heartless.

 I have to start taking glucosamine, and I say good luck to Mom with that. She has no idea how she's going to sweet talk me into ingesting anything medicinal.

As for Kenzie, the vet says she probably has residual spinal damage from when she was heartlessly thrown over a fence before she was rescued, and she may continue to have periods of lameness like last night. 

So Mom is worried about us both, although she cracks silly jokes about getting us each matching miniature Hoverrounds. She is relieved that we are both now safely at home, in one piece. 

I was a good boy today and endured the very invasive physical exam like a champ. Kenzie showed her displeasure by peeing all over the floor. We each got a cherry half for our bravery. 

Mysterious malady

Here's the scary story about last night. Kenzie was snoozing away in the bedroom as usual. She woke up and headed for our pen where I was eating dinner, when suddenly her legs seemed to give out on her. She writhed around for a few minutes trying to get her balance, to no avail. Finally she dragged herself by her front paws into the hidey box where she huddled miserablyl, chattering her teeth.

Mom was having fits, panicking, thinking her baby was having a seizure and dying before her eyes! She threw us both into the carrier and drove like a mad woman to the emergency vet, which is a place we've never had to visit before, so she had no idea if the vet was even competent to take care of rabbits. 

By the time we got to the clinic, maybe a half hour after the "attack", Kenzie was hopping around like normal, none the worse for wear. She didn't even seem unduly stressed out. She gobbled down the treat Mom gave her. The vet basically said, she's fine now, might as well take her home. Didn't take any X-rays or run any tests. 

Mom was of course relieved that Kenzie was back to normal, but terrified it will happen again. We have an appointment this afternoon with our regular, wonderful and competent vet, so maybe she'll be able to shed some light on what happened. Have any of you got any ideas what might have happened?